Mornings started with a simple ping of her phone. A notification that always made her chest skip a beat, even before she read the message.
"Good morning, loveee. How was your sleep?"
"Morning! Woke up late again, haha… you?"
It was a casual start, nothing dramatic, but it carried warmth. Slowly, their chats became little routines—bits of school gossip, shared memes, and playful teasing that made her laugh mid-class.
"Chikas sa canteen today, loveee? "
"Hahaha, don't start. You'll get us in trouble with too much gossip," she replied, pretending to be stern but grinning at her screen.
fterAfter classes, messages continued. Thoughts spilled out:
"Stressed with this assignment… can't focus," she admitted.
"I got you, loveee. Take a deep breath. You'll crush it," he encouraged.
Even small frustrations, minor victories, or random thoughts were shared. Each exchange wove another thread in their connection, deepening the bond quietly, without the world noticing. These were the moments that mattered—the ordinary, mundane, playful, and intimate slices of life that slowly became sacred.
By the end of the day, she realized that even without grand declarations, even without physical presence, the little pieces of their lives shared in text were enough to keep her heart alive. And somehow, she knew he felt the same.