I’m sitting next to my girlfriend in a bar, and we’re arguing. It’s heated, raw, and it breaks my heart for so many reasons. The first is that I never wanted to unleash my frustration and anger on someone I love so deeply. The second is knowing how much she hates conflict. And, truth be told, I hate it too—especially with her.

Why did I let it get to this point?

"..."

The silence between us feels unbearable, but I can’t bring myself to break it. I know I should apologize—I crossed lines I shouldn’t have. But the words catch in my throat, heavy and stubborn.

"Um..."

Say something. Anything!

But I don’t. My mind spirals instead. The air feels colder, biting against my skin, and all I want is her warmth. I want to bury myself in her hoodie or let her arms wrap around me like they always do when the world feels too much.

Why couldn’t I just shut up?