You play it off like it doesn’t matter. Like you’re unbothered, like none of it really gets to you, like you can take it or leave it without thinking twice. You keep your responses casual, your tone steady, your energy just distant enough to make it seem like y

You keep going back and forth in your head like there’s still something left to figure out. Like if you think about it a little longer, analyze it a little deeper, or give it just a little more time, you’ll finally land on the right answer. But you already have

Dear Tessa, I think what’s hardest to admit is that I knew it wasn’t right, and I stayed anyway. There wasn’t one big moment, just a collection of small things that didn’t sit right with me. The inconsistency, the way I felt unsure more than I felt