The Dream That's Killing You
You had a goddamn dream about some old cheerleader from your yearbook and now you're planning to torch your three-year relationship? You're one dopamine hit away from burning everything down. This isn't a love story, it's a hallucination in the desert, and you're ready to drink your own sand.
High School Chemistry ≠ Actual Chemistry
J was never your lover — she was your high-school storm. You saw her as a thundercloud because she never gave you a lightning bolt. You had the illusion of chemistry because she never slammed the door on you like a real girl would. But here's the cold math: when someone has a boyfriend and still treats you like a friend, that's not 'subliminal hints'. That's just friendship. You're romanticizing hand-holding in the 2004 prom video.
The Fantasy Tax You're Paying
Let's cut through the sentimental crap — you're currently paying emotional rent