For the ones still meeting themselves for the first time He cancelled at the last minute — plans we’d had for weeks, gone in one text, because someone else needed help. I said “of course, go” out loud. Inside, something else happened entirely. It wasn’t disappointment. It was fury. Hot, disproportionate, out-of-nowhere fury — the kind that makes you want to throw something across the room over a plan that, on paper, could just be rescheduled. The Fury Wasn’t About the Plan I knew, even as I felt it, that the size of my reaction didn’t match the size of the moment. He wasn’t wrong to help. I would have…