Sam’s Journal of Survival

Paul's Invitation

020726. This journal is fiction. The voice you’re reading is a character, not the author.

Saturday Afternoon

Paul called today.

I was surprised to hear from him so soon after yesterday, but the sound of his voice didn’t make me tense the way unexpected calls usually do. He asked if I would have brunch with him tomorrow. Sunday.

He was very clear about one thing right away. He said he wasn’t asking for a date. That mattered. He said he just wanted to get to know me a little better. And then, almost as an afterthought, he added that he could use my help.

Of course my mind went straight to legal help. Old habits. I assumed he meant advice, maybe something procedural or preventative. I actually felt relieved by that idea. Helping him that way would feel balanced, like I was returning some of the steadiness he’s shown me. Like I wouldn’t just be the one receiving.

I said yes.

After I hung up, I sat there for a long moment, replaying the conversation. He hadn’t pressured me. He’d given me room. He always seems to do that. And I realized I didn’t feel dread or fear about seeing him again. I felt… useful. Normal. Almost hopeful.

If I can offer him something concrete, something from the part of me that still feels strong and capable, then maybe this is a fair exchange. Maybe this is how you let people into your life again, slowly, without losing yourself in the process.

Sunday brunch.
I think I can handle that.