The one who came to move in starts showing their real face.
I also stopped rewarding intensity just because it made me feel important. Someone texting me one hundred times doesn't mean they know me. Someone wanting to see me every day doesn't prove they know how to be there for me. Sometimes it only proves they cannot stand being alone with themselves and found a distraction with eyes.
Someone who arrives well doesn't fall on top of you like a badly mounted wardrobe.
They can miss you without monitoring you, get excited without demanding legal ownership, and accept that you already have a life where they do not occupy every room, including the bathroom.
At first, that feels less exciting. No chasing, no dramatic speeches, no reconciliations every Thursday.
What a tragedy.
You'll just have to settle for sleeping peacefully.
Terribly boring.
The next day you might even get some work done.
And just like that, without tarot, detectives or sacrificing a chicken under a full moon, I already have plenty of information.