i don’t beg to be chosen. if you’re comfortable losing me, just now that i’m also comfortable letting you go. yes i love deeply, but i detach even deeper.
although i’m okay with being single, i can’t wait to meet someone who’s genuinely interested in me. the constant desire to talk, ask about my day and my feelings, share laughter, and truly be heard is so rare nowadays. nobody communicates anymore. real is rare.