Dear Someone: Why do my fingers tremble above these unsent messages while my heart screams your name?
An unspoken silence that dwells between typed words and deleted confessions, where hope and fear dance their eternal waltz.
Dear, Dear Someone, _
My phone screen glows in the darkness of midnight, your name a beacon calling me home. I've written a thousand messages to you, each one carefully crafted, each one deleted before reaching your eyes. The cursor blinks like a heartbeat, steady and mocking, while my own heart races with words unsent.
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