Overthinking. Drafting. Deleting. A simple reply shouldn't require this much emotional labor.
We only greeted each other.
My auntie planned the rest.
A story about trust, gravity, and snacks that chose freedom.
It survives boredom.
But dies during emotional emergencies.
Tomorrow is a promise. Just not one I'm emotionally ready to keep.
He said “I’m outside.”
I forgot how to breathe.
He said “I’m on my way.”
Nigeria said, “Relax.”
A harmless break. A quiet chair. A phone that had other plans...
I did the responsible thing.
It betrayed me.