KRIS
In the morning there was a deep ache in my ribs from sleeping on my left side, turned away from Heera, who had stayed over. Last night was another s**t-show for me, and if it hadn’t been “the talk” (about moving in together), I would’ve been more than happy to kick it down the road to address later. But I could tell from her that we were running out of laters.
Our talks were more like a series of escalating speculative arguments – and I know a part of me was happy to do that ad infinitum as long as it didn’t mean a decision needed to be made – that became incrementally less speculative and more consequential with time.
At one point last night she made it clear: “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do. Or aren’t ready to do, just because you feel it’s the right thing.
