Ink & Silence: For Your Eyes Only
"A Flicker in the Frame"
Carl,
Sometimes, I still think about the first time I saw you —
how effortlessly, how completely, you caught me off guard.
It’s a memory that visits me like a quiet ghost,
a scene on loop, a soft rerun I don’t dare fast-forward.
I try not to linger in the ache of it.
Not to dream beyond the edges of that moment.
Because some stories aren’t meant to be rewritten,
and I’ll never make sense of what never had time to become.
But if I could write a book —
a love story about the boy I could never have,
the final line would read: It was written in the script of fate
that I am but a minor character in your happy ever after.
Still, I would play my part again. Every time.
