Well. That didn’t last long.

so. we broke the streak.

three months down the drain because we’re both the same stupid people we’ve always been.

it wasn’t even a big thing.

just something small that got sharp fast.

i said something i didn’t mean.

he went quiet in that way that feels like a door slamming even if nothing moved.

and suddenly we were right back where we always go.

voices too loud, breathing too fast, hearts in our throats like we’re trying to cough each other out.

i hate how easy it is for us to ruin something good.

like we don’t know how to hold calm without crushing it.

and the worst part?

the very worst part?

i still love him in the middle of it.

like mid-yelling, mid-tears, mid-“walk away if you’re gonna walk”

my chest is still like

please don’t.

we said sorry. eventually.

we’re okay enough.

but it left a bruise.