A new drawing.
I didn’t praise her too much.
I didn’t make a sign from her that everything was over.
I asked what he designed.
She started explaining.
I listened.
It was one of our best conversations.
The locked door
In our new apartment, Emma was locking her room again.
At first it upset me.
He reminded me of the weeks when I didn’t know what was happening.
Then she noticed it.
“It’s not about you,” he said.
I shook my head.
You don’t have to justify yourself to me.
We needed time to understand the difference between proximity and uninterrupted access.
I wanted to know everything because I was afraid of missing something again.
She needed to decide what was hers.
I couldn’t fix Stefan’s control by starting to control with love.
I fucked.
I was waiting.
Sometimes she would say,
“In a moment.”
And I was pulling back.
