I Almost Left Him for Being Boring—Then My Post Exploded

your name.”

“But it’s me,” he said, voice tight. “It’s my boots. My hands. My life.”

I reached for him. “I was honoring you.”

He pulled back, not violently—just enough to make my stomach drop.

“Honoring me?” he repeated. “By turning me into content?”

That word—content—made my cheeks burn.

I hated how it sounded.

I hated how accurate it was.

“I didn’t mean continue reading …