Code Cold Love
Language: en
To make Julia feel secure, I developed the habit of reporting every single detail of my life to her. A random flower blooming on the sidewalk, a terrible cup of coffee, the sunset on my way home from work. Even if she just crossed my mind for a split second, I would text her. Her replies were always short and dismissive, but she always replied. So, for the past six months, I survived the grueling process of planning our wedding entirely on those cold but consistent messages. I booked the venue, picked out my tuxedo, and handled the caterers all by myself. Until five days before the…