There are some things I only ever say to my Notes app.
Not because I’m hiding, but because I’m still figuring out how to speak in a world that doesn’t always leave room for half-finished thoughts. My Notes app is where I live when I don’t know where else to go. It’s a confessional, a time capsule, a strange kind of fictitious sanctuary. It’s filled with words too soft, too sharp, or too messy to say aloud.
Lately, I’ve been scrolling through them. Not to find meaning, exactly, but to maybe find myself again. I figured I’d share some here.
The Notes and My Thoughts:
“I can’t quite explain why… but I think I’ve fallen in love with the quietness since you left.”
Wish I could remember the time and place of this one. I say this because I didn’t write it for anyone in particular. I wrote it because it felt too heavy to carry in my chest… But I wish I knew what made me think of it.
“Sometimes I ponder the possibilities of life with you.”
This one feels lighter. Not quite a daydream, and not quite a plea.
I wonder who I wrote some of these for. Was it you? Was it no one? Or were they meant for a version of me I haven’t even met yet?
“My soul runs deep, but you don’t know how to swim.”
Some words feel like lifelines. Others, like anchors. This one sits somewhere in between.
“And if it wasn’t for you… well, that’s just it – if it wasn’t for you.”
Funny how sometimes your own words surprise you, like a message in a bottle you didn’t know you’d thrown.
“Let the night be our sacred sanctuary, where dreams and reality entwine.”
Some part of me is always writing toward a version of love that might only exist on paper. Not the perfect kind. Just the kind that lingers – in glances, in silence, in all the little places we forget to look.
“I woke up from reality into a dream.”
Maybe that’s what this is: a dream I keep waking into. A quiet place to talk to myself.
“We have secrets that only lovers can keep.”
Sometimes I think these notes are my way of keeping secrets with myself. Like a gentle rebellion against forgetting. A place where the softest parts on me get to live.
“It seems we met in a dream.”
And maybe we did.
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3 responses to “Conversations with My Notes App”
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My notes are passwords, but I can’t remember which account they open!
Haha! I label mine, but takes me too long to scroll through them all to find the exact one I need.