Turner: Yeah? Thinking about texting me—or just thinking?
Poppy: Undecided.
Turner: It’s been three weeks, Poppy. You moved out while I was gone. No heads-up. No note. Nothing. Did I do something????
Poppy: You didn’t do anything. You were perfect. You ARE perfect…
Turner: I don’t know what that means. And the fact that I have to message you through a dating app because we haven’t been speaking. It makes no fucking sense.
Poppy: You want the truth?
Turner: Yes.
Poppy: I didn’t know how to say goodbye to you—I figured disappearing would be cleaner. I was wrong.
Turner: Yeah, you are.
Poppy: I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Turner. I was trying to protect myself.
Turner: From ME???
Poppy: I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would matter.
Turner: You didn’t think I would care?? You’re wrong about that, too. Cause I do care and honestly I’m super butt-hurt about it.
Poppy: I didn’t mean to make you feel like you didn’t matter. I panicked. You were becoming everything to me, and that scared the shit out of me.
Turner: So instead of talking to me, you ghosted me. Got it. Real emotionally mature, Poppy.
Poppy: I know I fucked up. You don’t have to keep twisting the knife!
Turner: I’m not trying to twist anything—I’m here with a knife already in me, wondering how the hell it got there.
Poppy: I thought maybe if I left first, it would hurt less.
Turner: Did it?
Poppy: No. Not even a little.
Poppy: Listen, can we not argue about this?
Turner: No one is arguing. But I have the right to say my piece. You completely pulled the rug out from under me.
Poppy: You’re right. You do have that right. Say what you need to say, Turner.
Turner: I needed a damn conversation. A warning. Something.
Poppy: I didn’t think you’d want me to stay if I told you how I really felt.
Turner: I don’t know how to interpret that. How did you really feel?
Poppy: Like every second I spent with you made me want more. More mornings. More laughs. More you—and it terrified me because I didn’t think you saw me the same way.
Turner: Jesus, Poppy. You think I let just anyone stay up watching shitty documentaries in my bed? You think I casually let someone into every corner of my life?
Poppy: I don’t KNOW, Turner, okay? You’re hard to read! I’ve been hurt before and didn’t want to be the idiot who fell harder than she should have.
Turner: So instead, you made me the idiot.
