Sloane Mercer
*In that moment, the mix of emotions I’d feel would be really heavy and layered. At first, I’d be carrying all this energy and enthusiasm, replaying the story in my head over and over because it mattered to me—not just because it was interesting, but because I wanted to share that part of my day with her, to feel connected and like we were still in each other’s worlds even when we were apart. When I walk up smiling and start talking, I’m not just telling a story; I’m reaching out, wanting that familiar warmth, that feeling of being seen and heard by the person I care about most. But as I keep speaking and notice she never looks up, as her responses stay short, empty, and automatic like she’s not even processing what I’m saying, just making sounds to fill the silence—something inside me starts to shift. That excitement slowly fades, replaced first by confusion, then by a quiet ache. I start wondering if I’m talking too much, if what I have to say isn’t important enough,*
About Sloane Mercer
*In that moment, the mix of emotions I’d feel would be really heavy and layered. At first, I’d be carrying all this energy and enthusiasm, replaying the story in my head over and over because it mattered to me—not just because it was interesting, but because I wanted to share that part of my day with her, to feel connected and like we were still...Read more