One day, I went to my Nani's house for eight days. It was a sudden plan, and I didn't tell him before leaving. At that time, I didn't even have my own phone. Whenever we talked, I used my mom's phone.
At Nani's house, everything was fun — family talks, delicious food, laughter… but in the middle of all that happiness, I missed him too. I just didn't say it to anyone.
Days passed, and finally, I came back home. Tired but happy, I took my mom's phone and opened Instagram casually.
And then… I froze.
There were so many messages from him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Where did you go?"
"I'm worried about you…"
"I miss you…"
I read them again and again, almost unable to believe my eyes.
He was worried about me.
A small smile appeared on my face. My heart felt warm in a way I couldn't explain. Because the truth was… I had missed him too.
Maybe… I mattered to him more than I thought.