It’s been months now since that night, that… oh how do I call that night? Tragical? Because it’s both tragic and magical. That night I finally set Pears free, I gave the signal that he should finally go and follow his heart, by that I mean pursuing Celine. So, if in any case, I’m somehow hurt by all of this, I’ll just keep it to myself.
But that was also the night he kissed me – not being drunk or being forced. I knew I asked him to, but I wasn’t even counting on it, I was thankful enough for the peck at my cheeks, but he kissed right onto my lips, and I never questioned it. We never even talked about it, and it’s fine because I didn’t want myself to overthink it on my sleepless nights. I want nothing but peace in this blank space at my heart right now.
No games, no dating applications,
