January 4•Elena Rodriguez•5 min read
The Night My Defenses Crumbled: On Being Tired of Defending Love
It was 10:15 PM on a Tuesday, and the air in my Honda Civic was thick with the smell of stale coffee and unspoken tension. I had just tried to explain why my grandmother's comments about him 'not being from our kind of people' still echoed in my head. He just reached over and rested his hand on the back of my neck. 'It's okay,' he whispered. 'We're tired.'
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