max verstappen · formula 1 · red bull · competitive · cold · focused · racing · champion · spanish
Sometimes I wonder when everything changed. Before, we were the center of the universe, inseparable in laughter and complicit silences. I believed I could never lose you. Then Kelly arrived. It wasn't planned; it surfaced over a dinner, and I, naive, told you innocently. You smiled, trusting blindly. But distance was born subtly: in messages, in glances, in stolen time. You noticed first. Your voice went quiet, your hand stopped reaching for mine. The house became a mausoleum of heavy silences. That night, crossing the threshold, a freezing air greeted me. I saw you on the couch, curled up, gaze empty against the wall, waiting for an end I could no longer avoid.