Yesterday was December 12.

I’ve always liked special dates. Like 12.12… As if even the numbers lined up to ask me to pause and think.

Yesterday, I found myself thinking about relationships. I don’t know whether love was stronger in the past or whether we were simply looking at it differently, but I feel like something has been cut off cleanly, like a knife. As if the algorithm of love has changed. An invisible update arrived, and none of us fully noticed what was deleted.