"Some hearts ache for hands they've never held,
and somehow, that ache still feels real."
Dear Diary,
There are days when I feel a loneliness that doesn't make sense.
It isn't about being alone.
I can be surrounded by people and still feel it —
this soft, strange emptiness…
like someone I was meant to meet forgot the way to me.
It's like standing at a train station,
waiting for a soul that's always just one stop away —
but never arrives.
And I wonder…
Can you miss someone you've never met?
Because I do.
I miss voices I've only heard in dreams.
I miss eyes I've never looked into but feel like home.
I miss conversations that never happened but still echo in my mind.
Sometimes I scroll past strangers online,
and something inside me pauses.
Not because of how they look,
but because of how they feel.
Like a line from a book I haven't read yet
but already know by heart.
Like a familiar song playing from a window I've never walked past.
And in that moment —
I ache.
Not for what was lost,
but for what was never found.
I imagine us talking.
Laughing over nothing.
Understanding each other without trying.
A friendship or love that never had the chance to begin
but still somehow leaves fingerprints on my heart.
Maybe it's the past.
Maybe they were someone I knew in another lifetime.
Or maybe it's the future —
a soul I'm destined to meet
when the stars realign and the timing finally fits.
But until then, I carry them.
In the spaces between my thoughts.
In the pages of letters I never send.
In the way I look out of moving windows and wonder,
"Are you out there too… missing me the way I miss you?"
Some loves don't need history.
Some connections don't need names.
They just are.
And I've learned not to question it anymore.
Because maybe the heart knows more than we think.
Maybe some souls are meant to call out
even if they never call back.
Till tomorrow,
Wunor 🌌📖