Don’t tease about the plant graveyard. research ones that can survive. pothos? peace lily? snake plant. Ask Harry.
tell her I’m proud of her. She should be told more.
My thumb shakes on the screen as I keep scrolling.
nail polish = plum shimmer. toes only.
sleep habits: fights it until she can’t anymore. Clips and unclips her own hair when she’s trying to calm down.
Burger word I need more of: havoc (always havoc).
The ache builds in my throat like pressure under a bruise, and I blink, but it doesn’t stop the sting.
book recs:Cribsheet, the one Jake mentioned with charts. Ask Charlie which ones are bullshit.
don’t say she looks tired, she already knows.
Tell her about the rainbow I saw on Thursday
My vision blurs and the phone trembles in my hand, but I can’t seem to loosen my grip. Each line is a record of being seen for the first time in years. He’s remembered all of it. All of me.
The small things no one ever mentions, the offhand comments I didn’t think he was even listening to. The days that drain me, the foods I crave. The way I hold tension, and the way I drop it when he touches me and holds me.
I don’t know what to do with the knowing. With thecare.With the love I haven’t let myself call love—not until now.
