I wanted someone to already know why I was tired

Dear Delyara, I didn’t want to explain it tonight. Not because I’m hiding something dramatic. Just because the tiredness is cumulative and layered and made of too many little things to summarize cleanly without reducing it into something that sounds less real than it feels. I wanted someone who already knew. Someone who wouldn’t need the overview. Someone who could hear the tone and understand the context. That kind of being-known still feels rarer than it should.