Yet another plot twist

That moment when the fog lifts and suddenly you notice:

—who brought you tea without asking.

—who remembered your favorite song.

—who sent you that meme that made you belly laugh on a sh*t day.

—who never flinched when you were quiet, or loud, or messy, or fierce.

Meanwhile, you have been doing emotional algebra trying to decode crumbs from someone who kept their hands in their pockets the whole time.

That is the thing with emotionally constipated people: they consume all the bandwidth. You do not realise how much energy it takes to translate their silence, excuse their absences, or brace yourself for the next letdown.

And then suddenly—click—you realise you have been living under a spell of “not enough,” and outside of it? There is oxygen and clarity.

Now you get to turn toward the abundance. Toward people who show up. People who offer, without being asked. People who shine without needing to dim you.

And that is the real plot twist.