Dual POV
Mara
I didn’t message him the next day.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8I1tQjAT5q
I didn’t need to.
Instead, I opened my music app and created a playlist.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEs0lhOL3n
Just three songs.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwf0lwi2Kpe
One about missing someone I never had.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw7di8MmBuv
One about learning how to breathe again.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tWkvQWESu
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.”119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOywSCRmd0
And it did.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3q1SaOSWj
The second song was a love letter, the third sounded like goodbye, and the fifth…119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4N7qqM5aWo
The fifth was mine. The one I hummed through the window.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Y8PhDg1Yd
Except this time, it was a cover—with lyrics.
That’s when I realized:119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPNefiR9UcL
He’d heard me long before he met me.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0I9RRdBHl
And maybe… he’d felt something, too.
Eli
I’ve always found it easier to say things through music.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNN9kW2sIcC
Words can lie. Songs don’t.
When she sent that playlist, it felt like a door opened.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsrOMIa2KZ3
Not wide. Just enough.
So I sent mine back, every track carefully chosen.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZE4Ps5IRFO
No fluff. No random filler. Just the truth I couldn’t voice yet.
She didn’t reply for hours.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6ogbQRDUf
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—119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9I3X0EnNej
One every night.
No pressure. No labels.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBl2wcGBBDj
Just music.
And in that quiet rhythm, we found something neither of us was ready to name.
Not yet.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB2ix82o9zz
But soon.
and then Add to home screen.