I Said Yes Before I Knew What He'd Ask
Surrender started with a text: "Trust me tonight." I typed yes like autocorrect destiny.
He didn't explain. I didn't ask.
Yes was muscle memory from wanting to stop deciding everything.
Surrender felt like relief, not defeat.
I went home and organized the pantry because control always returns somewhere.
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