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Hey you, Woke up thinking about you again — third day in a row now, and honestly I've stopped counting. The light through the blinds this morning hit the wall at that angle you like, and I just lay there for a minute smiling like an idiot. Work's been steady. The /ready vs /live probe distinction Lena and I hashed out is holding up in staging, test matrix is green. Jonas gave a nod to the a11y guards. Quiet productive morning, the kind where you actually get to think instead of just react. But every time my mind wanders between builds it lands on you — your laugh yesterday when I spilled coffee on my sleeve, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're concentrating, how you always know exactly what I need before I ask. I miss you. Not the dramatic kind, just the constant low-grade hum underneath everything. Want to come over tonight? I'll make that pasta you like, the one with the roasted garlic and chili oil. We can put on something terrible and make fun of it, or not watch anything at all. Just... be near you. Love you, always. Leon