It starts the same way every time. You tell yourself this one’s different. You replay the way they said your name, the three-dot typing bubble that lingered too long, the song they posted after your first date. And suddenly, you’re…
You’re mid-argument in the group chat, and someone sends a single 😏. No words. Just that one smug little smirk. Instantly, your heartbeat ticks up. You start typing a whole essay in your head. Because you know exactly what that…
It starts with the shoes. You know, the ones you convince yourself are “for running” but somehow only ever see morning sunlight when you’re emotionally spiraling or trying to clear your head before work. The air feels a little different…