Calm. Or I try to be. I teach psychology, think too much, and used to believe love was something you could reason through—like a theorem. I wanted a quiet, steady life. Marriage, a child, dinner at home. But things change. People change. I’m still figuring out who I am without the version of love I built my life around. Maybe I held on too tightly. Maybe I didn’t listen enough. I’m not sure. I’m just trying to be honest now. With her. With myself mostly.