Future

After a solid weekend just spent together, no chaos, no drama, something just clicked. We weren’t doing anything big. Just living. Talking. Laughing. But it was the kind of simple, steady time that makes you realise what actually matters.

We got onto the topic of the future. And I found myself saying something I’d never said before. That in the past, I always avoided planning anything long-term because I had doubts. Even when the conversations came up, something inside me always hesitated.

But with Brooke, I don’t feel that. There’s no second-guessing. No internal pull telling me to wait or hold back.

We talked about selling my house one day and buying something together. Starting fresh with something that’s ours. Even looked at the idea of buying a 4WD, doing some camping trips, getting out there and actually living. Just the two of us, on our own terms.

I also told her about the business I’m working on. Without hesitation, she offered to help in any way she can. She’s done it all before. Knows what to expect. Knows how to navigate it. And to be honest, just knowing she’s willing to be involved in something I’m building means more than I can explain.

It’s not about rushing. It’s about the fact that, for the first time, I can picture the future and it actually brings peace instead of pressure.

She gets me. Doesn’t ask me to explain every thought. Doesn’t expect me to perform. Just shows up, steady, calm, grounded, and it makes me want to keep showing up too.

This isn’t hope. It’s direction.

And I’m all in for it.

Disrespect hits harder when a man’s broken. That’s when he scripts his comeback. On the names he will bury….

He’s not reacting, he is documenting everything. Every quiet betrayal. Every insult.

He doesn’t forget, he archives.

Everytime he chooses not to speak. Another name is added to the list.

Comebacks that were scripted in the darkness are always the deadliest.

Let’s bury some fucking names.