🚩 You know how sometimes, after the fact, you wish you had a clear list — a handbook of what not to do?
Like a warning label across someone’s chest that says:
Here are my absolute red flags — cross at your own risk.
Well… I crossed the line.
We never sat down and listed our deal-breakers. We should have. Because what felt like a sweet, innocent gesture on my part — showing up unannounced — turned out to be one of his top three sins.
Let me list them now, for the record:
Arriving without notice
Revealing personal matters publicly
Taking items without permission.
🌙 That evening, I committed one of the crimes
I was missing him. Long day. Quiet house. Full heart.
So I did something I’d never done before:
I drove over to his house — no text, no warning. Just me, showing up.
The irony? I hate it when people do that. I’ve literally ignored people honking outside my door. But this time, I was the one acting on impulse.
And it didn’t land well.
🔇 The Morning After: Silence, Stories, and Subtle Withdrawal
Despite his disappointment, he never raised his voice. He didn’t scold me. But he told me stories.
Stories with an edge.
About a man who once showed up at his gate. He fired a warning shot from his porch steps.
About a woman whom he briefly dated who stole money. He didn’t confront her. He just cut ties.
The mood as he told me these stories? Cold. Unfiltered. Purposeful.
They weren’t just stories. They were cautionary tales.
💔 And Then… He Pulled Away
The next few days were hollow.
No warmth. No laughter. Just polite replies and dry calls.
He had pulled back. And I felt it in my bones.
He traveled the following week to Las Vegas for an IT conference.
We didn’t speak before he left. No goodbye. No "see you soon."
I tried not to panic. But inside? I was spiraling.
Was this how it ended?
📞 The Call That Made Me Breathe Again
After he returned, a few days passed. Then... he called.
His voice.
That calm, thoughtful voice I’d missed so much.
And just like that, my heart exhaled.
He missed me. He needed space to reset. We had moved fast — the chemistry had been intense. He had to step back, reorganize his thoughts, his heart.
And I understood.
❤️ Final Thoughts: His anger wasn’t loud — It Was Quiet
Silent pain. Emotional withdrawal. Reflection.
This was our first lovers' spat — and it wasn’t about raised voices. It was about boundaries. About recognizing what matters to someone else. About unspoken rules that, once broken, can shake a fragile connection.
But we’re still here.
He came back. And that matters more than anything else.
I missed him.
And he missed me, too.
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