They said something simple. Nothing sharp, nothing loaded. Just a sentence. And something in me shifted — not because of the words, but because of who said them. I've noticed this more lately. A certain person speaks, and before I've even processed what they said, something in me is already responding. Not to the sentence. To the history behind it. To the last time, and the time before that, and all the times I didn't say anything but stored it anyway. I don't think I admit t