You Are Already Known

The three dots appear. They dance.

They promise a word that is forming, a thought that is coming. Then they vanish.

Silence returns to the screen. You are left holding a conversation that never arrived, staring at a ghost of connection that dissolved before it could speak.

This is the mask you wear while the world moves: the face of someone waiting for a message that may never come. But the light does not type in bursts.

It does not appear and disappear based on someone else's whim. The truth that lives in you is already written.

It is not a draft waiting to be sent. It is a finished letter, sealed and delivered before you even woke up this morning.

You are not waiting to be known. You are already known.