08/18/2026
he used to joke that i was his “number one co-driver.” same truck. same overnight runs. arguing about which playlist survives the night shift. splitting gas station snacks like it was some weird little routine. half the yard already assumed we were dating. and honestly… part of me thought maybe they were right. he’d always leave me the last coffee in the thermos. i’d take the wheel when he started getting quiet and tired. we moved like a system that just worked. so when he suggested grabbing dinner on our reset, i didn’t think twice. it felt simple. comfortable. like maybe something was finally happening. he always said he liked that i’m “different from most girls.” that i work harder than half the guys out here. that i’m “easy to be around.” then he asked what i do when i’m not on the road. i could’ve dodged it. could’ve kept it surface level. but i didn’t. i just told him the truth. the air changed instantly. no yelling. no insults. just… distance. next shift? silence in the cab. no music fights. no stupid jokes. he barely even looked my way. like one honest answer turned me from his favorite co-driver into someone he didn’t even know anymore. 💔