Texting after midnight Forgiving too easily Believing closure comes from someone else

we said we were meeting for “closure,” like it was a parcel waiting at the counter with my name on it. we picked a café that had more plants than people. tuesday night, 9:40 pm. the kind of hour where your phone brightness feels too honest. i got there first…

I typed “I miss you.” Then I deleted it. Because I remembered — you read messages but never replied with the same urgency I felt.