Stuck Together



We haven’t been saying enough. Maybe that’s the problem. Because if we had, wouldn’t you have known how much that party hurt?

When you talk about unwinding with the guys, it feels like you’re talking about shedding a part of yourself—a part that fits me. Like suddenly, I don’t belong in that world you want to escape to. I thought we were building something together. Not parallel universes that only intersect at convenient moments.

Do you remember when you told me you loved the way my laugh echoed in the empty library? Now you talk about needing space, like my presence is a burden. Maybe I’m asking for too much, but I don’t want to be an afterthought in your weekend plans. I want to be the sunrise you chase, the laughter that fills the silence, and the constellation you navigate by.

Tell me, is that too much to ask? Because if it is, then maybe the promises we made under that starlit sky were nothing but whispers carried away by the wind.

You see, I have this vision of us under fairy lights, laughing with friends, you holding my hand a little tighter because secretly, even amongst the crowd, you only have eyes for me. Oh, it means something more to me.

Now you say, “Being together is suffocating.” It pricks at my heart. Is that really how it feels to you? Is that how you see us?

This is what I need you to understand. This isn’t about control. It’s about forging a deep tie. It’s about wanting to be the place you run to, not the one you run from.

Because if you don’t see that, then perhaps we weren’t meant to write this story together. Maybe the silence between us is already deafening, and all the talking in the world wouldn’t change that.

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