Loving Me Isn't for the Weak

A red warning always appears in my life - like a trigger waiting to be pulled.

I know how to care for people, I just don't know how to stay when things start feeling too real.

Maybe it's the effect of growing up silently and vaguely.

I crave connection, affection, and understanding, yet the moment someone gets too close, something inside me pulls away. Not because I don't feel anything, but because I feel too much all at once.

I've mastered the art of distancing myself before attachment turns into dependence, before comfort turns into vulnerability. Loving me isn't easy - there are days I want closeness, and days I disappear into my own silence.

But behind every cold response, every mixed signal, and every moment of distance is someone quietly hoping not to be given up on.

I wonder if someone can handle a person like that.