It was literally just eye contact. A second. Maybe two. Nothing dramatic, nothing anyone else would notice, nothing that would mean anything in a logical sense. But in that moment, it felt like something. And once it feels like something, my brain is already gone. Because now it is not [...]
Dear Tessa, I don’t really understand why I do this, but every time something starts to feel real, I pull back. In the beginning, everything is easy. I’m present, I’m interested, I’m consistent. But as soon as it starts getting deeper, when there’s more emotion, more expectation, more connection, something [...]
We got close. Closer than strangers, closer than casual, closer than something you can just brush off like it meant nothing. There was familiarity there. Comfort. The kind of connection that makes you feel like you are slowly becoming part of someone’s world. But we never crossed into something solid. [...]
I meant it when I blocked him. That wasn’t random. It came from a place of being done, of being tired, of finally hitting that point where I didn’t want to see it anymore, didn’t want to deal with it anymore, didn’t want access to something that kept pulling me [...]
I don’t mean chaotic. Not completely. I just mean… not too easy. Because when it’s simple, when everything lines up, when there’s no confusion, no tension, no push and pull… part of me doesn’t feel it the same way. And I know that sounds wrong. But there’s something about a [...]
I don’t love loudly. I don’t need to make a scene out of it, don’t need to prove it every second, don’t need to overwhelm you with it for it to be real. The way I love is steady, calm, something you feel without me having to explain it. It’s [...]
You’d look calm. Relaxed, unbothered, like nothing about the moment is getting to you. Your tone would stay steady, your movements controlled, like you’re completely in control of yourself. But you wouldn’t be. Not really. Because underneath that, there’d be a shift. Something subtle, something you wouldn’t say out loud, [...]
You keep coming back to the same thought. If they wanted to, they would. If they wanted to text you, they would. If they wanted to see you, they would. If they wanted to make it clear, to show up consistently, to actually build something with you, they would. So [...]
I don’t miss you the way I thought I would. I miss what it could have been if you had just tried a little harder. If you had shown up more consistently, communicated more clearly, put in the same effort I was giving without me having to ask for it. [...]
I didn’t fall in love with something real. I fell in love with small things that felt bigger than they were. The occasional consistency, the moments of effort, the times they showed up just enough to make me feel seen. I took those pieces and turned them into something meaningful, [...]
