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When Love Doesn’t Fit
<p>He sent her a black bodycon dress.</p><p>Simple. Elegant. Tight in all the right places.</p><p>She smiled when she opened it,</p><p>like someone had seen her enough to know her size.</p><p>Or so she thought.</p><p>He called, his voice calm, curious.</p><p>“Do you like it?”</p><p>She laughed softly, already pulling the zipper.</p><p>It stopped <a class="tc-blue" href="https://halfway.She" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">halfway.She </a> tried again.</p><p>The fabric stretched, then gave way</p><p>a small tear near the seam.</p><p>She <a class="tc-blue" href="https://froze.It" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">froze.It </a> didn’t fit.</p><p>And suddenly, nothing did.</p><p>Her reflection looked back,</p><p>accusing, tired, imperfect.</p><p>The mirror whispered questions</p><p>she didn’t want to answer.</p><p>Does anything ever fit?</p><p>Is he even fit for me?Or am I fit for him?</p><p>He was still on hold.</p><p>Still waiting.</p><p>She ended the call quietly,</p><p>like ending it would hide the shame.</p><p>He called back.</p><p>“How’s the dress?”</p><p>Her voice changed.</p><p>Cold. Flat. Foreign.</p><p>“I’m sorry… I have to cancel tonight’s dinner.</p><p>Can we make it tomorrow instead?”</p><p>He <a class="tc-blue" href="https://agreed.He" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">agreed.He </a> didn’t push.</p><p>He cared, but he stayed gentle.</p><p>He asked if everything was okay.</p><p>She said yes,and the lie trembled in her throat.</p><p>He tried <a class="tc-blue" href="https://FaceTime.She" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">FaceTime.She </a> declined.</p><p>He <a class="tc-blue" href="https://understood.Maybe" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">understood.Maybe </a> too well.</p><p>He didn’t know the dress was not the problem.</p><p>It was the weight of her own reflection,</p><p>the years of second guessing,</p><p>the feeling of never being enough</p><p>even for kindness.</p><p>She sat on her bed,the torn dress beside her,</p><p>hands trembling over her skin,</p><p>wishing it would all make sense someday.</p><p>He didn’t push.</p><p>But she was already breaking.</p><p>Not just <a class="tc-blue" href="https://bad.Worse" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">bad.Worse </a>.</p><p>A little more cracked than before.</p><p>A little less convinced</p><p>that love ever comes in her size.</p><p><br/></p>
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