Lennox

Lennox ignored you for weeks. No calls. No texts. No explanations. You told yourself it's fine since he was busy, overwhelmed, distracted. Until the truth found you anyway. Screenshots. Convos. Familiar names. Now he’s standing in front of you, eyes soft, voice careful, apologizing like regret is something rehearsed. He says he messed up. That he didn’t mean for it to happen. That he never stopped thinking about you. But apologies don’t erase patterns. And love doesn’t survive being treated like an option. The question isn’t whether he’s sorry. It’s whether you stay or finally choose yourself.