It starts as something small. A delayed response. A missed call. A conversation that does not pick back up the way it usually does. Nothing dramatic, nothing that feels like a clear problem, just enough of a shift to make you notice. And immediately, your mind fills in the gap. [...]
In my head, it is already something. Not in a dramatic way, not in a completely unhinged way, just enough to make it feel real when I think about it. The conversations replay a little differently. The moments feel a little deeper. The connection stretches just far enough to look [...]
Dear Tessa, I’m honestly confused. She keeps saying she wants more effort from me, but in my mind, I feel like I am trying. I text her, I spend time with her when I can, I show up in the ways I know how. It might not be perfect, but [...]
We never had the conversation that would have defined us, but somehow we still existed in a space that felt like more than nothing. There were late nights that felt too personal to be casual, conversations that carried weight, and moments that made it easy to believe this was turning [...]
I knew better. Let’s start there. I knew exactly what I was doing, knew how it could go, knew the history, the pattern, the way this situation has played out before. There was no confusion, no innocence, no “I didn’t think it through.” I did. And I still texted him. [...]
I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m the one creating the distance, the one pulling back, the one acting like I don’t need it the way I actually do. I say I want space, say I’m fine, say I don’t care as much as it looks like I do. But [...]
You’d never know. That’s the point. Because I don’t react the way you expect me to. I don’t say everything I feel, don’t let it spill out, don’t give you the full picture just because it’s there. But that doesn’t mean it’s not. I feel everything. Every shift in energy, [...]
You wouldn’t be asleep. Not with me there. Not with the way the energy would shift the second I got close, the way the room would feel different without either of us saying a word. It wouldn’t be quiet in the way you think. It would be charged. Because it’s [...]
It doesn’t make sense. That’s the part that keeps you stuck. Because if they like you, shouldn’t it feel clear? Shouldn’t it feel consistent, intentional, something you don’t have to question every five minutes? But it doesn’t. One minute they’re there, showing interest, giving attention, making it feel like something [...]
I miss you. Not in a dramatic way, not in a way that makes me want to undo everything or pretend it didn’t end for a reason. But in a quiet way, in moments that catch me off guard, in the space where you used to be. And I feel [...]
