We had so much fun together.
Laughing.
Adventures.
Chemistry that felt undeniable.
But between the fun?
Fighting about nothing.
The same argument wearing different clothes.
A tension that never fully resolved.
I kept thinking the good times meant we were good.
But fun isn’t compatibility.
Laughter isn’t alignment.
Great chemistry doesn’t mean you’re building the same thing.
The fun was real.
So was the wrong.
Honesty over comfort.
That’s The Pact.