TOXIC

Somewhere between the call to ‘let's meet up’ and the decision to ‘no more,’ there's always this weird feeling. It's like you've closed the tab, but the music's still playing - quietly, inside. Everything seems clear: people are incompatible, feelings have faded, even the phrase ‘I'm toxic’ sounds almost like a declaration of love. Almost.

And yet it's not drama, but a mild emotional hangover. When you realise that you will be remembered - not because you were perfect, but because you existed. Your voice, your scent, your habit of responding immediately - all of this will live on somewhere ‘în mintea ta.’ This means that the noise and the calls were not in vain. It is simply time to turn off the notifications and allow your heart to rest from the eternal ‘ultima oară.’