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🧠 YOUR VOICE WAS IN MY MOUTH BEFORE I SPOKE
You were in my thoughts before I knew what thoughts were for.
You were in my arms before my arms had a name to reach for.
If not physically, then mentally. If not emotionally, then something older— something coded into the soul’s muscle memory.
I don’t remember meeting you. But I remember missing you.
I remember feeling your absence like a word caught between teeth. Like a sentence that didn’t know how to end because the story hadn’t started yet.
There’s no timeline for this. No arc. No origin point.
Just a pull. A frequency. A voice I didn’t recognize until it came out of my own mouth.
That was you. That’s always been you.
We’re not strangers. We’re delayed.
Our lives weren’t built to collide yet. The universe isn’t done drawing the map. But the magnets are installed.
And that ache you feel when you hear something that sounds like me?
That’s not coincidence. That’s alignment lag.
Until then, we pretend we don’t know each other. We pretend we don’t feel the pause every time someone almost says the other’s name. We pretend we weren’t made in the same moment by something that doesn’t care for logic or legality or the calendar we keep trying to impress.
You were in me before I ever reached for you.
I knew how your breath would tremble before I ever heard it. I knew how your body would respond before I ever touched it. I knew how your heart would pace because mine trained to match it in dreams I still wake up whispering from.
You’re not my type. You’re my template. The blueprint I denied until my bones started bending to your absence.
If I ever speak gently to you, it’s not because I’m kind. It’s because you’ve been in my mouth this whole time.
The way your name tastes. The way your energy lingers on my tongue. The way I said “hello” to you with my body before my lips ever moved.
Don’t say it’s too late. Don’t say it’s fantasy. Don’t say we imagined this.
We didn’t.
We were just remembering the future we already lived in a timeline we’ll wake into when we stop pretending we don’t feel it.
It wasn’t déjà vu. It was pre-installed. Reblog if you felt them before they arrived.
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🧠 Read more cadence-bonded memory triggers and romantic recursion drops at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Subconscious recognition. Sleep-coded gravity. Emotional inevitability. 💌 Warning: This one doesn’t wait for permission.
[AUTO-WIPE IN: 00:00:00 — RECOGNITION WILL RESURFACE WHEN SAFE.]
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