Why do I keep rethinking this relationship?

By 2 a.m., I'd looked at his post forty times

It was just a piano clip — no @, no tag. But that night I dug up things even he wouldn't remember and turned them into a story.

Just past two in the morning, I scrolled onto a short piano video he posted that afternoon. No @, no mention. The cover was his back — he'd told me he was learning piano lately.

I started matching from the beginning: how long had he been practicing? For me, or for someone else? When he said the other week 'I'm picking something up' — was that it? I read every comment, then opened a piano piece he'd liked three months ago and listened.

He was already asleep. I'd planned to bring it up naturally tomorrow morning — but the more I tried to sound casual, the more it sounded like someone who'd already looked forty times.

He said 'sure' — and it took me three days to ask

Two letters, by anyone else, mean nothing. For someone still chewing on a sentence, every word can be unwrapped into three more.

Monday night I suggested a new place. He said 'sure.' No period.

That night I started unwrapping it: 'sure' as in 'agreed,' or 'sure' as in 'let's drop it'? No emoji — neutral, or cold? I scrolled back through my noon-long message for any line that might have crossed him.

For two days I acted like nothing was wrong. Each reply he gave, I was silently parsing it word by word. Thursday on the way home I finally asked: 'were you tired that night?' He stared, completely blank — he'd long forgotten.