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 You ever have one of those nights?


The one that feels like a rom-com—intense eye contact, deep convos, forehead kisses, maybe some light trauma bonding. You go home buzzing. Smiling like a teenager. Butterflies having a twerking contest in your chest.


You wake up thinking, “Wow. That was something.”   Hell you message your emotional support person "GIRL!!!"  And then… crickets. Or worse—dry, half-assed texts like “last night was fun lol.”


Sir. You cannot spend hours talking about life, snuggled up like we’re writing our own indie love story, and then vanish like I was just your emotional Airbnb.


***I didn’t soft-launch my feelings for you to hard-launch your indifference.***


Now I’m thinking back, rewatching the night in my head like it’s a Netflix docuseries called “The Man Who Faked Emotional Intimacy.” Was it real, or just a glitch in his avoidant attachment matrix?


Honestly, I think I just got emotionally catfished by my brain thinking about potential.


Anyway, shoutout to the 24-hour love stories—brief, confusing, and oddly charming. On to the next episode!

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