princesssmokesdoja :
i keep thinking about the way i was always there whenever the world became too much for you, the way i would gladly hold the weight you could no longer carry on your own, the way i listened to every fear, every frustration, every wound you trusted me enough to see. i understood you in ways i never thought i would understand another person, and maybe that was where everything began to change. somewhere between being your safe place and being your friend, i started gathering the pieces of you that you left behind in your moments of vulnerability. every late-night conversation, every secret, every time you chose to let your guard down around me, i held onto them more carefully than i should have. i kept telling myself not to read too deeply into it, not to mistake your trust for something more, not to let my heart wander where it was never invited. but no matter how many times i reminded myself of that, there was always this quiet voice inside me asking, what if? what if the way you looked at me meant something? what if the comfort you found in me was more than friendship? what if all these moments that meant so much to me meant something to you too? and that was my mistake. i started collecting those moments like they were pieces of a story that was leading somewhere, like every vulnerable part of yourself that you handed to me was somehow meant for me to keep. i began finding meaning in things that may have simply been friendship. i carried hope where there were no promises, and i built possibilities out of moments that were never meant to become anything more. the closer i felt to you, the harder it became to separate what was real from what i wished was real. i was slowly falling for you while convincing myself that i wasn’t, and every day it became more difficult to ignore. that’s why i avoided you. not because i hated you. not because i stopped caring. if anything, it was because i cared far too much. i needed distance because i could feel myself losing sight of what we were. i could feel myself believing that the pieces of you i had gathered so carefully belonged to me when they never did. i was beginning to hurt myself with expectations you never asked me
2026-06-07 03:36:31