Her Instagram story flickered onto my screen: “What’s on your playlist this week?” In the hush of the evening, my phone’s gentle glow felt like a secret shared between us. My heart stuttered as I typed Alex Warren - Ordinary, fingers trembling, deleting, retyping, too nervous, too eager for a fleeting DM. I hit send, breath held. Her reply danced back: “The song that’s got everyone by their heartstrings.” A smile broke across my face, and I confessed I was tangled in its spell too. That brief exchange was a spark, a melody that hummed with possibility, lingering long after the screen dimmed.
Music is my haven, where emotions find voice when words falter. It’s how I weave my heart into the world, how I feel alive. Discovering she speaks that same language was like hearing a song that stops you in your tracks, its notes resonating deep within. Her feed, a tapestry of songs I’d never known, always caught my eye, but now it felt like an invitation. She said music mirrors her mood, as she mentions the genre and artists/groups that her have been her rhythm. Each choice painted her in vivid hues, bold yet tender, seeking joy, chasing peace.
When she called music “a good indicator,” I imagined her weaving these songs into her days, each one a thread of her story. It wasn’t just her taste, it was the way she bared a piece of herself, trusting me with a glimpse of her inner world. Her feed, once a curiosity, now felt like a map to her heart, and I wanted to trace every path.
I’m not one to lose myself in a quick chat, but with her, I was undone. Her warmth, her effortless grace, radiated through every word, setting my pulse racing. Our shared love for music wove a thread between us, delicate but electric, even in a handful of messages. It wasn’t long, but it was alive, like a single note that holds you captive.
What lingers most is that moment of connection, like two chords blending into perfect harmony. It wasn’t just her words or the songs, it was the feeling of being seen, of sharing something sacred. I wasn’t planning or hoping for more, I was simply there, caught in the glow of her presence, her voice echoing in my mind like a refrain I couldn’t shake. My fingers hovered over the screen, aching to say more, to hold onto that fleeting spark.
This moment reminded me why music moves me, it bridges hearts, speaks what silence can’t. Those few DMs were a whisper of something deeper, a promise of notes yet to play. I’m left with a quiet longing, not for grand gestures, but to know her, her laughter, her dreams, the songs that light her up. Her - Her feed is a playlist I can’t stop exploring, but that conversation? It’s the melody I carry in my heart, a tune I hum with every hopeful beat.
With heartfelt admiration,
Khanya
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