is a faux-journal from a parallel universe—a horizontal scroll through imaginary moments, fake dates, and feelings that never made the final cut. It’s a collection of almosts and could’ve-beens, where time is soft, memory is a mood, and the moon is always watching.

You smiled. I think it was about something else. But I caught it anyway.

I had a dream you said my name. I woke up to silence. But I still believed you.

You borrowed a pen. Not from me. The day still paused for half a beat.

I typed “hi.” Never sent it. Somewhere, the message is still unsent. Still waiting.

We almost crossed paths at the train station. The universe blinked. We missed.

You liked a song I posted. I looped it for a week. You never knew.

I saw your name in someone else’s story. For a second, I thought you saw me too.

We were both online. You posted a sunrise. I watched it, like it was meant for me.

I almost said hi in the hallway. Instead, I memorized your footsteps.

A new year started. I wished you happiness. Quietly. In my head.

I passed by your house. The lights were on. I imagined your laughter, just past the curtains.

We sat at opposite ends of the library. Still, it felt like gravity pulled you closer.

I saw your favorite movie playing. I didn’t watch it. I just imagined you watching it instead.

You dropped your pencil. I picked it up in my head. In real life, I just watched it roll away.

You wore that blue jacket again. I wondered if you remembered it was my favorite.

I wrapped a gift for you in my head. In every version, you always smiled when you opened it.

Someone else gave you flowers. I gave you a second glance you never caught.

It rained. We both stood under awnings on opposite sides of the street. I imagined crossing.

I typed your name. Then deleted it. Some messages are meant to stay unsent.

You laughed at something across the room. I looked away before I could think it was for me.

You stood in the doorway. I thought you might stay. You didn't.

I wrote your name in the margin of my notes. Then erased it. Twice.

I made a wish. It looked like your face in the dark.

We didn’t talk that day. But I noticed your shoes matched mine.

You laughed at something across the room. I smiled like it was mine.

I stayed up rewriting a message I never sent. It said “hey.” But meant “please notice.”