Dual POV
Mara
I didn’t message him the next day.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvEecMQwMpH
I didn’t need to.
Instead, I opened my music app and created a playlist.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDXEYvOuTT
Just three songs.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi36zWcJBda
One about missing someone I never had.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf6Aa5zK4GL
One about learning how to breathe again.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrDC7c7NW3
And one—soft and wordless—that made me think of him sitting across from me in the rain.
I named it “For When You’re Not Sure.”
No text. No explanation. Just a link I dropped in his inbox that night.
Ten minutes later, a message appeared:
“That third track wrecked me. Here’s mine.”
His playlist was called “If I Said Too Much.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTAk5LuwlLZ
And it did.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgaS2HSp1bV
The second song was a love letter, the third sounded like goodbye, and the fifth…9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBTmdlEDl5D
The fifth was mine. The one I hummed through the window.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1t5KRP5xgI
Except this time, it was a cover—with lyrics.
That’s when I realized:9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDNKYHWltsZ
He’d heard me long before he met me.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQNplTofs5B
And maybe… he’d felt something, too.
Eli
I’ve always found it easier to say things through music.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYqJtToHDFg
Words can lie. Songs don’t.
When she sent that playlist, it felt like a door opened.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ4ECHlaphM
Not wide. Just enough.
So I sent mine back, every track carefully chosen.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtLVhkw8mie
No fluff. No random filler. Just the truth I couldn’t voice yet.
She didn’t reply for hours.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQBygHsEcd
When she finally did, it was just:
“I don’t know what this is yet. But I want to find out.”
That was it.
And somehow, it was more honest than any three-page confession could’ve been.
So we kept exchanging playlists—9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Nv4MlyP00
One every night.
No pressure. No labels.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSNydpISqR
Just music.
And in that quiet rhythm, we found something neither of us was ready to name.
Not yet.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKey7c4zhMW
But soon.
