Here’s the list of things I can do before they reply
I can dance in the rain in the evening as the sun sets, casting purple and orange and small hints of yellow in the sky. And then I can get sick and get better, a process that takes around two weeks (give or take a day or two, of course).
I can finish planning out a romance series that I think would be over 15 books. I know, I know. It sounds ridiculous, but we’re not here for the logistics of my writing career and what I do when my friends are living their lives without me in it, even though they say they love me and even though they say they miss me and even though they say—
I can go to the moon and explore. I can see the Earth from space and internally think, ‘wow. I can’t believe this is what Earth looks like from up here.’ And then I think, ‘Should I tell them where I’ve been when I (Lord willing) come back?’ But then I don’t. I opt not to let them in that part of my life because do they even care?
Leave my house and walk the rainy streets to the local grocery store and purchase some produce I’ve always wanted to try. And then go to the nearby mall and browse the stores I haven’t seen in a minute, or I just saw on my walk, and it just looks so pretty. And so I go in. And I wonder if I should turn on my data and check to see if anyone has messaged me, but I decide against it because… why would they reply to me in the middle of the day on a random Tuesday afternoon? Why would they reply to me?