Dear Tessa, I’m stuck. I don’t know what I want, not fully. I like her, I care about her, I enjoy what we have, but I can’t honestly say I’m ready for something serious. At the same time, I don’t want to lose her. The thought of her not being [...]
We did have something. I will never pretend like we didn’t. It was real in its own way. The conversations, the connection, the way we could sit in the same space and it just felt easy. There was comfort there. Familiarity. Something that did not feel forced or fake. And [...]
I knew before I even left. That feeling in my gut, that little voice that already knew how this could go, how it usually goes, how it probably wasn’t going to end the way I told myself it might this time. I knew. And I still went. Not because I [...]
I don’t say it like that. I don’t ask for it directly, don’t sit there and tell someone I need reassurance or that I’m waiting for them to prove something to me. On the surface, I act like I’m fine, like I’m secure, like I don’t need anything extra to [...]
You won’t see it happening. That’s the part that catches people off guard. Because when I care, I really care. I show up, I stay present, I give my energy in a way that feels real. I don’t do things halfway, and I don’t pretend something matters if it doesn’t. [...]
You’d tell yourself it’s nothing. That it’s just a moment, just being there, just something casual that doesn’t mean anything beyond what it is. You’d try to keep it simple in your head, try not to read into it, try not to let it go any further than it should. [...]
You keep trying to figure it out. The messages that don’t match the actions, the energy that shifts without explanation, the moments where it feels real followed by moments where it feels like nothing at all. You go back and forth, trying to make sense of something that never fully [...]
I shouldn’t have answered. I knew what it was the second I saw it. The timing, the tone, the way it only shows up when everything is quiet and there’s nothing else to distract from it. I’ve seen this before. And I still replied. Not because I didn’t know better. [...]
I don’t actually want them. Not in a real way, not in a long term way, not in a way where I see something building or lasting. If I’m honest, I don’t picture a future with them, I don’t feel that kind of connection, and I don’t even fully like [...]
I don’t want it to be equal. I want them to want me more. I want to feel chosen without having to question it, pursued without having to initiate it, prioritized without having to ask for it. I want to know I’m the one they think about first, the one [...]
