Part 2 👇
We never fought.
That’s what everyone envied about us.
No screaming matches.
No dramatic breakups.
No blocking, unblocking, or midnight calls.
From the outside, we looked perfect.
Inside, we were slowly disappearing.
We met when both of us were tired—of people, of explanations, of pretending.
You liked that I didn’t ask too many questions.
I liked that you didn’t demand answers I didn’t have.
Comfort came first.
Love came later.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
We built a routine instead of a relationship.
Same café. Same jokes. Same silence.
It felt safe. Predictable. Easy.
Too easy.
You avoided difficult conversations like they were traps.
I avoided them because I was afraid of what they would reveal.
So we talked about everything except the things that mattered.