Не звони

Calls are like a habit that is impossible to break. It seems that in a moment, my finger will reach for the familiar number again, even though it has long been filled with unfamiliar routines and unfamiliar smiles. On the outside, everything seems calm and mature, but inside, a teenage storm is raging: I want it, I'm drawn to it, but the most painful thing is realising that it's not about love, but about a past that won't go away. And yes, the hardest thing here is not the ‘call’ button, but the word ‘let go’.