Unavailable.
Phone face down on the table.
Not a power move. Just a woman having dinner.
There was a time when being reachable felt like being wanted. Every notification a tiny proof that someone, somewhere, was thinking of you.
Then you noticed who was thinking of you, and how often it was only when they were bored.
Now the phone stays face down.
Messages wait. Most of them survive the wait perfectly well. Some of them don't, and that tells you everything.
Being unavailable isn't cold.
It's simply having a life that is happening in the room you're in.
The rarest thing a person can give you now isn't money or time.
It's their full attention.
Start by giving it to yourself.
~TCOTBH
Heartbreak Looks Different On Us.