For some reason, I could never gather the courage to tell him. At first, I told myself it was because I didn’t want to intimidate him, didn’t want to make him feel small or threatened.But later, I realized it wasn’t just that—I simply never got the space to have that kind of conversation with him. The kind that goes deeper than surface-level talk, the kind where I could actually be honest about who I am and what I’ve built.I didn’t realize it before, but everything with Luca always revolved around him—his mood, his temper, his needs. Every single moment was measured against how he was feeling that day. If he was in a good mood, I had to be careful not to ruin it. If he was in a bad mood, I had to tiptoe around him so I wouldn’t make things worse. And even on his normal, okay days, I still had to hold myself back, afraid of making anything “too much” for him.It was exhausting, constantly adjusting, co
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