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 won’t lie.
I like feeling wanted.
Not casually, not occasionally, but in a way that feels consistent, intentional, like I’m on their mind more than I probably should be. I like the
I know how I come across.
Easygoing, kind, patient, the type who gives people the benefit of the doubt. I don’t jump to conclusions, I don’t react to everything, and I don’t make everything bigger than it needs to be.</p
You’d still have it in your hand.
Out of habit more than anything.
Scrolling, checking, pretending you’re not fully paying attention, like this is just another moment, just another ni
unfiltered. a little dangerous.