He doesn’t know I read his messages every night
Not because I actually think I’ll find something. That’s the part I keep circling back to at 1am, phone in hand, thumb hovering over an app I have no real reason to open. I’ve done this for months now and found nothing — not once, not a single message that gave me any reason to feel the way I feel. And still I open it. Still I read. It didn’t used to be like this. There was a version of…

