Luna Echoes

I didn’t think I’d be that girl. The one who catches feelings over chats, over calls, over someone she hasn’t even met. But here I am. Trying to explain something I’m still figuring out. Something that feels strange… but also soft. Quiet. Beautiful in ways I didn’t expect.

It really just started with a message. One simple reply. Nothing deep. Just a “how was your day” that, for some reason, didn’t feel like it came from someone passing time. It felt like he actually wanted to know.

From there, it just grew. Slowly, then all at once.

We’d talk for hours. About random things, deep things, funny things, boring stuff. Some nights I’d stay up just to hear his voice, even if it was already late. I’d wait for that little notification sound that meant he was thinking of me. It sounds silly, but those small things? They meant a lot.

He noticed things. Like how I disappear when I’m overwhelmed. What calms me down when I’m anxious. The little quirks I didn’t even know I had. I didn’t have to explain myself too much—he just got it. Got me.

And I started to feel safe with him. Soft. Like I didn’t have to pretend to be okay when I wasn’t. Like I could just be… me.

I started waking up excited. Looking forward to hearing from him. Sharing small wins, bad days, or just random thoughts that popped into my head. And the way we said goodnight—it was always warm. Like we were saying it from the same bed, even though we were nowhere near each other.

At some point, it stopped feeling like I was talking to someone online. It started to feel like I was coming home.

That’s also when it started to get scary.

Because when your heart starts getting involved, and you haven’t even held their hand yet, you start to overthink. The what-ifs sneak in.

What if I’m just in love with the idea of him?
What if it’s not real for him?
What if I’m setting myself up for something that will never happen?

And it’s not like life pauses just because you’re falling. There’s still work. Family things. Responsibilities that don’t go away just because your heart’s busy. Some days I’m just too tired. And some days, he feels a little far—even if we’re still talking. And when that happens, the space between us feels heavier. Like I can feel the distance more than usual.

I’ve had moments where I wanted to be honest. To say, “Hey, today was hard” or “I feel a little off.” But then I stop myself. I think, maybe I shouldn’t bother him with this. Maybe he won’t understand anyway. Maybe he’ll pull away.

So I stay quiet. And the silence starts to feel heavier than the words I didn’t say.

I hate that. I hate how being scared to lose something makes you hold back the parts of yourself that actually need to be seen.

Still, I care. A lot. Probably more than I’ve let on.

This kind of love makes you brave in one moment and scared the next. It makes you feel everything all at once. And sometimes, it makes you wonder if it’s all in your head.

But despite that, I’m still here. I’m still choosing it. I’m choosing him.

Because whatever this is, it mattered to me. Even if it’s not forever. Even if it never turns into something the world would call “real.”

It was real to me.

And I don’t know what comes next. Maybe one day we’ll meet and it’ll all make sense. Maybe we won’t. I don’t have the answers. But I do know that I won’t regret any of it.

Because for a while, someone made me feel wanted. He made me feel seen. I wasn’t just talking into a void—I was talking to someone who actually cared.

He made me believe that maybe love doesn’t always need to start in the usual ways. That connection can still grow without holding hands or shared spaces.

And even if it ends… I’ll carry it gently. It was something real in a time when I needed it most.

And if it doesn’t? Then I’ll keep choosing it. As long as it feels right. As long as it feels like home.

Because love is always a risk. And maybe that’s what makes it so worth it.