“Until that day, I had firmly believed that everyone who engaged in a situationship did so knowingly and intentionally…so I avoided situationships like the plague. Yet this time, it seems to have slipped through a back door, catching me off guard and threatening to unravel my entire barrier of defenses.”
“Our long-awaited reunion was supposed to reignite the flames of our initial spark, but all I felt was the weight of his body beside me and the suffocating staleness of the air between us. The sheets stuck to my back, damp with sweat and shame.”
“The shame came in waves, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, always present. I’d walk into rooms and forget why I was there. And then… the crashing stopped. I stopped checking my phone every hour. And in that weird, unfamiliar stillness, I started to remember me.”
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