CUL8R

Once upon a time, my heart would leap at every notification, but now it only reacts to the bass from the club speakers. The dance floor has become my psychotherapy, and my friends' laughter is the best filter for old feelings. No more calls “out of habit,” no more late-night emotional interrogations on speakerphone. Now there's only light alcohol, loud confidence, and a little bit of complacency - the kind that comes when you realize you've exhaled, let go, and are even enjoying yourself.

The love drama is over, but not tragically - more like a TV series where the ending is predictable, but the soundtrack rocks.