I guess we’re okay?

We havent fought in like. three months.

not the real fights. not the “don’t talk to me, i can’t even look at you” stuff.

just… normal human disagreements like we’re actually learning how to breathe at the same time.

it feels weird.

good, but weird.

like waiting for a storm that just… doesn’t show up.

he still looks away when i get too close.

i still overthink every sentence.

but we’re trying.

and somehow that’s enough right now.

i don’t wanna say it out loud, but

i think we’re growing up.

or something like that.