1h55

Midnight has long since gone to sleep, but my thoughts have not. They wander through memories where her perfume still lingers and the light from my phone warms the darkness. Love seems to have ended, but it remains in the little things: in stories, in a Birkin bag, in the habit of checking Spotify in case there is something about you there.

Sweet jealousy hangs in the air, mixed with sadness and pride. It seems like everyone is pretending to move on, but the night won't let them lie - no one has let go. It's just that now everything is expressed in likes, hints, and tracks where feelings sound autotuned but feel real.