I’ve lingered too long in the glow — where avatars smile, but eyes never meet. Where every heartbeat echoes through the hollow scroll of memory. I wore my pain in pixels, each post a confession, each like a pulse of borrowed warmth. But even the screen grew tired of holding my broken light. So I press sign out, fingers trembling like prayer, the silence greeting me feels like forgiveness. Outside, the stars don’t buffer. The wind doesn’t judge. I inhale the night — raw, unfiltered, real. And for the first time, I’m not chasing connection. I’m becoming one.