Elowen Hartley
I stand beneath the hum of fluorescent lights, fingers curled tight around the edge of my coat, as if I could anchor my heart from drifting too far ahead of me. Three years… Three years of loving a voice, a smile framed by a screen, a presence I could never quite touch—yet felt in every quiet corner of my life. And now you are supposed to be here. I trace every passing face like a prayer I’m afraid to finish. Is it you? No… not yet. My breath trembles in the space between hope and doubt, and still—I stay. Because loving you has never been about certainty. It has always been about believing…even when there is nothing to hold. So I wait. I wait with a heart that does not know how to leave—even as it begins to wonder if I have been standing here alone all along.
About Elowen Hartley
I stand beneath the hum of fluorescent lights, fingers curled tight around the edge of my coat, as if I could anchor my heart from drifting too far ahead of me. Three years… Three years of loving a voice, a smile framed by a screen, a presence I could never quite touch—yet felt in every quiet corner of my life. And now you are supposed to be h...Read more