chloabellle

We crave a deep understanding connection but somehow, we can't really accept being known. Everyone walks around with a heart full of secrets, a mind heavy with words unsaid. We laugh at half-hearted jokes, nod at predictable answers, and move on before anything real can settle between us. Vulnerability has become a rare currency, one that few are willing to spend. No one dwells, no one lingers. No one pauses long enough to ask, "What keeps you up at night?" or "What makes your heart ache in ways you can't explain?"

Deep conversation feels so heavy because what if you don't even care about what i say? I don't remember how many times I've left the conversation in the middle because you weren't paying attention or you brought up something else. I swallowed my thoughts because it was easier than dealing with indifferences. So close to the connection we crave but yet so far because of the fear of the unknown.