TOXIC

Somewhere between the call to “let's meet up” and the decision to “no more,” there's always a weird feeling. It's like you closed the tab, but the music is still playing - quietly, from inside. Everything seems clear: people are incompatible, feelings have faded, even the phrase “I'm toxic” sounds almost like a declaration of love. Almost.

And yet it's not drama, but a mild emotional hangover. When you realize that you will be remembered - not because you are perfect, but because you existed. Your voice, your scent, your habit of responding immediately - all of this will live on somewhere “în mintea ta.” Which means that all the noise and phone calls were not in vain. It's just time to turn off the notifications and let your heart rest from the eternal “ultima oară.”