the first bridge
Start where the thread
went quiet.
Something cracked. Maybe it was trust, maybe it was timing, maybe it was the quiet kind of hurt that looked fine from far away. Reconnection starts by looking directly at the gap — and caring about the person who had to carry it, not only the person who wants to come back.
I’m not asking you to forget what happened. I’m asking if you can see that I understand it differently now.
— the first plank, if it’s real