@usinthestars: he texted me "ok." not "okay!" or "ok babe," just "ok." with a period. and my whole afternoon was gone. i reread our last ten messages trying to figure out what i said wrong. i drafted three apologies for something i hadn't done. by the time he called at six, i'd already prepared myself for a breakup speech. he just wanted to know what i wanted for dinner. that's how my brain works. after growing up in a house where tone was always the first warning, i learned to read every tiny shift like a weather report. it kept me safe as a kid. now it just keeps me anxious. i'm working on it. i catch myself mid spiral now and ask, what do i actually know right now. usually the answer is nothing bad. i'm slowly teaching my heart that quiet doesn't mean leaving.