Dear Someone: You don't need to remind people that you exist. They know.

Read this if you find yourself constantly thinking about someone, desperately hoping they'll reach out, but too afraid to make the first move yourself.

Dear, Dear Someone, _

This letter is for you, you that find yourself constantly thinking about someone, desperately hoping they'll reach out, but too afraid to make the first move yourself.

I know your heart has become a symphony of unspoken words, isn't it? Each beat a whisper of their name, each breath a sigh of longing. The weight of your unspoken feelings hangs heavy in the air around you, an invisible cloud that follows you everywhere.

I understand the exquisite agony of waiting. The way your eyes dart to your phone at every notification, hoping against hope that this time, finally, it will be them. The disappointment that washes over you when it's not, a familiar ache that settles in your chest.

You're caught in a delicate dance between hope and fear. I hope that they think of you too and that your paths will cross again in a moment of serendipity. Fear that reaching out might shatter the fragile dream you've been nurturing. It's a precarious balance, isn't it?

But let me ask you this: What if the person you're waiting for is actually waiting for you? What if they're also staring at their phone, willing it to light up with your name? What if your silence is being misinterpreted as disinterest?