Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling until suddenly I’m 67 weeks deep into your Instagram feed, staring at your blurry vacation pics from 2019. And then? Double-tap. Oops. Guess you’ll know I’ve been here.
The power of a late-night like is undeniable. It’s a message without words: I see you, I’ve been thinking about you, and I don’t care if it shows. At 2 a.m., the veil is thin. Everything feels bolder, riskier, hotter.
Sure, some people would call it messy. I call it direct. A flood of old likes says, I’m here, I’m interested, and I don’t care if you know I’ve been scrolling through your past like it’s my present.
Tessa’s Final Thought:
If you wake up to 12 notifications from me, just know, I meant every single one.
Disclaimer:
This series is for entertainment and perspective. Playful thirst is fine just don’t make habits out of lurking.