nothing is wrong.
you thought urgency would feel louder.
you thought attachment would ache more.
you thought presence would announce itself.
there is no crisis here. only information arriving without drama.
somewhere in this page there are doors. you don’t have to knock.
false intimacy
you learned someone through a screen and mistook repetition for closeness.
texting furnished the room before you walked inside it.
this isn’t loss. it’s calibration.
proximity
seeing someone every day is already a connection.
shared hallways. glances that don’t need meaning.
sometimes the body says: this is enough.
neutrality
no butterflies. no ache. no pull.
just stillness — the absence of distortion.
nothing is missing if nothing is reaching.
urgency
urgency taught you to confuse speed with depth.
reply fast. decide fast. feel fast.
the nervous system recognizes rhythm, not haste.
shoujo logic
this is a moment where nothing happens — and that is the point.
the feeling arrives slowly, or it doesn’t arrive at all.
growth is internal. resolution is optional.
staying
you didn’t pull away. you didn’t sabotage anything.
you stayed long enough to notice your body wasn’t reaching forward.
silence is not abandonment. it’s space.
final
you don’t miss him — and that is an answer.
some things pass through gently and leave you intact.
this site serves no purpose. neither did the urgency.
last updated: when i stopped forcing meaning