Letter to my Lobster ♥️

and in the quiet moments,
I hope you think of me too.

♡

— The End —

always · still · here

no pressure, just this

I know things are still finding their shape between us. I’m not rushing any of it, and I truly mean that. You don't have to carry anything from my side. None at all.

At your pace. In your time. I'm not going anywhere.

· ✦ ·

Finish your shift, drink something warm, and know that somewhere under the same night sky, I’m missing you.A lot more than I probably should say, and exactly as much as I mean it.

· · ·

yours, always 'Mine'

thinking of you ♡

When the night is quiet, I’m still here, a soft thought across the hours, keeping you company from afar.

"The clouds kept turning into things
only we could see as if the sky belonged to us."

last weekend

peaceful & magical

Last weekend felt like a breath I didn't know I needed. Quiet in all the right ways. The kind of moments you want to press between the pages of a book so they never fade.

I kept reaching back to those hours, wanting to hold them still and stay a little longer in that stillness with you beside me.

I wanted to hold on to that moment and just be there for so much longer.

If you ever need a little pause mid-shift, remember I’m holding this space for you, soft, patient, and steady.

a note, for you

✦ ✦ ✦

Tonight,
I'm thinking of you Lobster 😘

· · ·

while you work the night

hey you ✦

I know you're up late

Screens glowing, hours stretching, I wanted to slip into your pocket for a second and remind you: someone out here is thinking of you so much it's a little embarrassing.

· ✦ ·

that first saturday rolling into sunday

The fairy lights were strung up like they knew what kind of night it was going to be. We looked up at the clouds, you named one, and I was already seeing the same shape. That terrace, those hours, time felt softer up there, like it slowed down just for us.

I've replayed that evening more times than I'd probably admit. The way the light sat between us. The quiet wasn’t quiet at all but it was full of something warm that didn’t need any words. I think that's when I knew.