A. Melina

@impuratus There is always room for improvement, hence why I bailed. I hope you aren’t upset, we just reunited. I am very sorry. Can you chitchat during the week? 

@COMULAE Portugal suits you, Melina. Warm, slow, a place where the days follow your pace and the small, quiet things actually matter. Surfing, I remember that hobby of yours. Have you gotten any better, during your time away from Denmark? 
            
            Travel,  when it truly calls, not when it’s convenient or expected, and my routine keeps me grounded. You’ve already left, so you don’t get the chance to argue it with me, but I’m less uptight than when we first met. Work doesn’t take everything, I carve out enough space for myself, for what matters, and I leave room for the unexpected, even when I don’t know what’s coming. 
            
            Social gestures, I stumble sometimes, don’t always get them right. Null, maybe—but I notice, I try, I pay attention. That counts for something. Bed calls, go. Rest. I’ll stay near. I feel subtle shifts in you. Speak later.

@impuratus I’ll speak in riddles, I prefer not to be abducted, and this is all out in the open. I’m somewhere warm… Portugal. Surfing, but mostly just moving through my days on my own terms, learning the rhythm of life around me. I’ve made friends—each one teaching me more than permanence ever could. I am enjoying the small details, the quiet gestures, the way the world shifts when no one’s paying attention. It’s strangely satisfying to just exist this way.
            
            The plan? There never was one. This was/remains the one thing I refused to let drain me. Very good for me, however. I’m lucky. Somehow, what I love has decided to take care of me in return. 
            
            Staying put, keeping your routine…That, I remember. Just don’t let work take up all the space. There’s still a world out there, and I’d hate for it to pass you by unnoticed. Travel only when it truly calls, I see that. Wouldn’t hurt to leave a little room for the unexpected too., no? And the social attempts—do they actually bring anything in, or are they just practice for appearances?
            
            Off to bed, I go! I hope to read you by the weekend? I must say, it is very comforting to hear from a distant friend. I’ll stay near if you do!

Thinking of you, my love.

@QUIETVICES We will reunite very soon, my darling! 

Thinking of you eternally.