Short Stories
Tantric Disconnect
She told me I was using her vulnerability against her. That I had turned her confession into ammunition.
Said Too Straight
Every time I spoke from a place of reflection or personal experience, without really softening the edges, it got repackaged as something else. Sharp. Over-explained. Heavy.
Carefree, Careless, and Company-Branded
She floated through the office like she belonged, instantly adored by everyone. Including me.
Gone to the Dogs
For a while, it did feel simple. Calm. Light. Until I decided to let my dog off the leash.
Masks and Mirrors
She did describe herself openly as troubled, but it was something I initially brushed off as endearing vulnerability. She even drew me a chart to explain her complexities. Helpful, I guess?