I never took for granted
Your text messages or calls—
They were a beacon,
A light in the dark,
Guiding me to you,
Even when miles stretched between us.
I miss your messages,
Each word a gentle whisper,
The melody of your ringtone,
A tune I've grown to love,
Like the lullaby of a distant star,
Familiar, yet always magical.
I still can't believe
You gave me your number—
I was just about to ask,
But you beat me to it,
Took the risk,
And I don't regret it,
Not a single moment,
For every text was a thread,
Weaving us closer,
Binding our stories together.
Your photo on my home screen,
A burst of joy,
A reminder of the days we shared,
Those fleeting moments,
So full of life,
Captured in pixels,
Yet imprinted on my heart.
I think about those moments,
How they felt so right,
Like destiny in the making,
And I glance at my phone
Every so often,
Hoping to see your number
Pop up again,
Lighting up my world,
Like you always do,
Bringing hope to the lonely nights.
