The silence has been a heavy blanket, suffocating every attempt I’ve made to understand what happened. Days have bled into weeks, each one marked by your calculated avoidance. I replay every moment, every touch, every shared glance, searching for the turning point – the moment when the connection we seemed to share fractured into this unbearable distance. Are you going to say something, anything, to acknowledge the seismic shift that occurred? Or will you continue to avoid this, to avoid me, as if I’m a ghost from a past you’d rather forget?
I’m ready to talk about it now, about the way my body responded to yours, the way your attention made me feel seen, desired, alive. Before you, there was a quiet contentment, an acceptance of my own skin. But you stirred something within me, awakened
