I feel like I don't fully belong to just one world. Sometimes I'm here, in reality, doing what I'm supposed to... but a part of me is always somewhere else - in my thoughts, in my dreams, in stories I create inside my head. It's like I live in between, not completely lost, but not completely found either.

I see things differently. I imagine deeply, feel everything a little more than I should, and get attached to moments, to people, to feelings that others might not even notice. My mind drifts without asking me, turning simple things into something bigger, something meaningful.

And when I love... I don't know how to do it halfway. I love with everything I have - quietly, deeply, honestly. Even if it hurts, even if it's not returned the same way. Because that's just who I am. Someone who feels too much, dreams too much, and loves from the very bottom of my heart.❤️