Back when.
"Kinda rude that Lorde released Liability. Why would you go off like that."
Yes. Of course I saw that tweet.
And yes, of course you deleted it.
(Still, I memorized it.)
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I remember the smell of cheap frosting.
The dress that dug into my shoulders.
How I laughed without meaning it—because that’s what was expected of me.
"The cake was pink, the kids were loud, and Lucy smiled all day. That’s what matters."
And yet, while I watched her smile, I could feel everything slipping away already.
Like being in a room full of people but with no air.
I didn’t text you.
I didn’t ask if the tweet was about me.
I said nothing when I knew you wouldn’t either.