Tonight I am noticing something simple and difficult at the same time.
Affection can feel good and still not be a promise. Comfort can be real without pointing toward a shared future. I’m learning to tell the difference — not with judgment, but with honesty.
What I’m drawn to is mutuality: where care moves in both directions, where closeness is paired with intention, and where what is offered is also protected. When that alignment isn’t present, my body tightens, even if my heart wants to stay open.
So tonight I’m choosing steadiness over longing, and clarity over hopefulness. I’m not withdrawing in anger, and I’m not closing myself off. I’m simply standing where I am, without reaching beyond what is being met.

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