#115 The Debt You Carry Is the Rest You Lose

You were taught that closeness is built on owing. That every tenderness is a coin deposited, waiting for repayment. No wonder you are tired.

You are not exhausted by people. You are exhausted by the arithmetic you run in your chest—who gave more, who called last, what gesture must balance the account.

One day you will sit with someone who demands nothing. You will not call it love, because you have been taught love is a debt with a softer voice. You will simply let the performance drop. The muscles in your face will finally unclench. No receipt will be issued.