There are evenings where I miss being understood without needing to start from the beginning

Dear Delyara, Not because I am too lazy to explain. Because I am too tired. There is something exhausting about building the whole emotional bridge every time — context, history, why this matters more than it sounds, what it touched underneath, why the ordinary wording “I’m tired” or “it was a long day” doesn’t actually reach the truth. Some nights I just want to begin in the middle and still be met. That kind of closeness feels rare now. Maybe that is why loneliness can sit in such busy lives.