MonteMerci
It may have started as a misunderstanding.
Watching carefully. Remembering small things. Adjusting words and timing so nothing feels out of place. At first, it is only a way to get through the day without mistakes to feel satisfied.
To understand people is to hold something fragile. To be needed is warm. To be replaced is unthinkable.
If everything works, nothing has to be questioned. If everyone smiles, no one has to ask why.
And yet, something remains unresolved.
A sense that something important was lost before it was ever named.
Perhaps that is the real mistake I made.
Not wanting to control.
But realizing too late that you already do.
(The Rewrite Story of Shattered Reflection)