I’m listening to your latest playlist.It’s Saturday night, and I’m alone.And it hurts—like, actually hurts. But you? You still know how to make a playlist that hits the spot. Somehow, every track feels like a pulse check, like you’re still tuned in to the part of me that used to sit across from you on…

we matched on tinder.god, i hate tinder.but somehow, among the noise and the chaos,there was you. you had a father who didn’t quite show up in the ways you needed.so did i. no wonder it clicked.we do for others what we wanted done for us.we love out loud.we express without shame.we hold each other up,…