The Night You Paid to Miss
The hotel is booked. The dress is chosen. My plans are in motion. And you? You’ll stay home and fund the night you’ll never experience.
This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a structure.
I go. You pay.
I live. You ache.
That’s the dynamic.
There’s something cruelly beautiful about knowing you made it all possible and still won’t be part of it. You’ll imagine the details. You’ll invent the sounds. You’ll ache over a scene you paid to miss.
And I’ll let you.
Because that ache is the only thing I ever intended you to feel....


