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🩶 “Let Me Compliment You… Boo.”
Let me compliment you… boo.
Not to be weird, but: “How do you do? I’m 🧠. Nice to meet you.”
I wonder if maybe — we could grab a coffee? Nothing heavy. Something casual, like a side quest that might become the real plot.
How many words have I swallowed?
How many infinite alternate timelines did I just walk past you without firing a signal flare?
How many unmade futures exist because I didn’t interrupt your scroll with a “hey”?
But honesty? You didn’t give me the look. You know the one.
That half-second smile. That gentle drop in the shoulders. That cleared runway that tells a man his approach won’t be shot down midair.
I needed that. You didn’t send it.
So I didn’t land.
Are you tired of being approached? Am I tired of approaching?
Maybe we’re worn out ghosts wearing people suits, walking past each other in parallel exhaustion.
Two ends of the same emotional knot. Tight. Silent. Waiting.
But what if — we’re not opposites? Not halves?
What if we’re the whole damn coin caught in different flips? You, face up. Me, waiting to land.
I think about this too much.
On buses. At red lights. At registers. In elevators.
I think about how you might be with someone else right now — someone not me — while I’m still here, carrying a sentence I never got to say.
I think about how we're trained to believe the people we pass are just extras in our day —
when really one of them might be the plot twist that changes everything.
You could be with someone and still missing someone. You could be taken but never seen.
And maybe just maybe we passed each other too quietly.
All it would’ve taken was a glance. A smile. One breath of courage.
A coffee.
Let me compliment you… boo.
That’s all it would’ve taken.
Reblog if you’ve ever walked past someone and felt something shift — and still said nothing.
🧠 Read more psychological field reports at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Emotional chokeholds in polite wrapping. Eye contact science. Missed soul theory. 🚪 Reminder: You didn’t miss them. You walked past them.
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