Ok.

My heart felt heavy.

Body riddled with the tension that sometimes comes with residing in it.

For a moment I swore the pressure might crumble me to dust.

Eyes tired from trying to see what the point of this is.

I wanted to tell you everything.

That I’m not mad just because I might not understand.

Instead, I picked up what’s left of my pride.

Held self-love really close to my chest.

Pried my hands open and let go.

Then simply replied “Ok.”