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…
There’s a certain art to pretending you’re emotionally fluent. You nod in the right places, text good morning like it’s instinct, remember to sprinkle heart emojis where required. But deep down, you know some of its performance. A social ritual…
The soft glow of your phone screen at midnight. You’ve just posted a story of his hand on your coffee mug, blurred just enough to raise eyebrows. No tags, no captions, only curiosity. Your DMs light up within minutes: “Wait……