Imagine Me A N D You File

Now imagine you. Not the you that pays bills and worries about tomorrow, but the you that exists at 2 AM, when the world has softened into shadows. The you who forgets to be guarded. The one who says something true by accident, then looks away.

Imagine me, not as I am, but as the version of myself that exists only in the quiet space between your thoughts and mine. The one who laughs a little too loudly at your worst jokes. The one who notices the way you push your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous. Imagine Me A N D You

That’s the thing about imagine . It’s not real yet. But it’s also not a lie. It’s the blueprint. The dress rehearsal. The whispered line before the curtain rises. Now imagine you