Tessa is the voice in your head that gets louder after midnight.
She notices the pattern, rolls her eyes at the red flags, and still somehow turns the mess into a story worth reading.
Part advice. Part confession. Part bad influence.
She’s probably thought the same thing you have.
The stories are real. The names aren’t.
I thought I missed them.
The way we talked, the connection, the feeling of having someone there. It felt like something was missing, like I lost something real, like I just needed a little more time to get over it.
I don’t always keep people because I see something long term.
I keep them because of how they make me feel right now.
The conversations, the attention, the way they fill space in my day
unfiltered. a little dangerous.