You Are the Message Already Sent

The afternoon stretches out, a long, flat plain where the only movement is the screen lighting up in your hand. You watch for the three dots—the sign that words are forming, that you are being thought of.

They appear. They vanish.

And the silence that follows feels heavier than the one before. You are performing the routine, smiling at the desk, while inside you are counting the seconds between signals.

But the light does not flicker. It does not type and delete.

It does not leave you hanging in the middle of the day. The truth that lives in you is already speaking, even when the room is quiet.

You are not waiting for a message to prove you exist. You are the message that has already been sent.