I get the rules. What I don’t get is the intent.
Why encourage me to weave myself into your life?
Why spend a year feeding me a fantasy,knowing all along you’d eventually walk away?
Perhaps I’m the naive one.
In fact, I must be.
I sat there, convinced I was your “Mrs. Jones” , humming along to a song whose lyrics I didn’t actually understand until now.
Imagine this:
You confess. He goes silent.
Not a single word.
You’ve created an awkward situation.
He’s in an awkward position.
You? You’re just dying.
Message read. No reply.
Do you double-text to “explain”?
Do you pivot and claim it was just an April Fool’s joke?
Or do you just accept your fate and vanish from the face of the earth?
I’m not sure why I’m here. I’m definitely not a blogger or a writer, but I think I just need an outlet—a place to express my feelings, my experiences, and myself. This feels like a safe space to do that.
Will it last long? I hope so. With zero expectations, it should, right?
So, with that said, welcome to my world. It’s a world of randomness, built on a lot of patience and loads of coffee.
Millypede 