i do attach myself to people to some extent because it feels so good to provide love and care to someone who will provide it back. but i learned to never attach myself to the point that makes someone’s absence drastically affect my well-being.
I love that I’m not dead inside.
I love that I’m charmed and thrilled; that I laugh and that I get mad; that I cry and promise myself never again.
I love my silence and my pride and my tenderness.
And I very much treasure the fire I hold in me