"I think I'm in love and I don't know what to do with it" - I typed, terrified.
The AI gave me soft pink clouds. Lavender skies. Tenderness I didn't know how to hold.
I couldn't say "I love you" out loud. Couldn't risk the vulnerability. Couldn't handle the weight of being THAT open.
So I told the AI. And it rendered love as the gentlest corruption. As compressed data protected, precious, easily lost if you're not careful.
This is love I encrypted because speaking it felt like handing someone a weapon.
Soft. Compressed. Worth protecting.
Rodeyo
