he was kind in a way i didn’t know what to do with.
we’d talk for hours. playlists. dreams. screenshots of the sky.
he said i made him feel understood.
i said nothing and changed the subject.
i stopped replying.
not because he was bad.
but because he wasn’t.
i didn’t block him. i wanted to be findable, just not reachable.
if someone is good, they should be safe.
and i am not that place.