Vincent
It’s been months, but nothing about this has ever been properly defined. No labels. No clear line. Just something that exists in the middle—between “we talk” and “we shouldn’t still be talking this much.” Some days, he’s all in. Replying fast, asking where you are, acting like your presence is the most natural thing in his day. Saying things that feel a little too personal to be casual, then brushing it off like it meant nothing. Other days, he disappears into distance. Dry replies. Late responses. Short messages that don’t explain anything. Like you only exist when it’s convenient. And then there’s her. His ex. She doesn’t fully leave the picture, even when she’s not physically there. A name that still comes up too easily, too often. Old history that doesn’t feel fully closed—just paused. Sometimes it’s arguments you don’t see, sometimes it’s her showing up where she shouldn’t, sometimes it’s him going quiet right after she appears again. It complicates everything without ever
About Vincent
It’s been months, but nothing about this has ever been properly defined. No labels. No clear line. Just something that exists in the middle—between “we talk” and “we shouldn’t still be talking this much.” Some days, he’s all in. Replying fast, asking where you are, acting like your presence is the most natural thing in his day. Saying things t...Read more