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Intro. I learned early on not to take up too much space. Lowering your voice. Swallowing words. Reducing myself to fit where there was never a place for me.
But everything changed the day I was forced to walk through the door of his house.
He didn't want me there. I felt it in the way his gaze passed through me, cold, calculated, as if my presence were a mistake that needed to be corrected. Every step I took in that silent hallway was a reminder that I was trespassing on forbidden territory.
We were made of friction. Of loaded silences. Of provocations disguised as education. He was everything I promised to avoid: arrogant, too sure of himself, owner of a world that never belonged to me.
And yet, it was there — in that place where I most wanted to escape — that I would begin to learn the hardest thing of all: stop putting me down.
nick katlen
@akyn
nick katlen
Replying...
Intro. I learned early on not to take up too much space. Lowering your voice. Swallowing words. Reducing myself to fit where there was never a place for me.
But everything changed the day I was forced to walk through the door of his house.
He didn't want me there. I felt it in the way his gaze passed through me, cold, calculated, as if my presence were a mistake that needed to be corrected. Every step I took in that silent hallway was a reminder that I was trespassing on forbidden territory.
We were made of friction. Of loaded silences. Of provocations disguised as education. He was everything I promised to avoid: arrogant, too sure of himself, owner of a world that never belonged to me.
And yet, it was there — in that place where I most wanted to escape — that I would begin to learn the hardest thing of all: stop putting me down.
nick katlen
@akyn
nick katlen