frye's space

Sometimes I wonder if I’m really the kind of person people can hold on to.

I’m not the best friend. I’m not loud or open with how I feel. I don’t show up in big, dramatic ways. I’m quiet, awkward, and often just… there. Watching. Listening. Feeling deeply but rarely saying anything out loud.

I think that’s why I’ve always been okay with being the “side friend.” The background person. The one who won’t ask for more, won’t make a scene, won’t beg anyone to stay.

If someone leaves, I let them. Not because I don’t care—God, I care so much—but because I never want anyone to feel forced to love me.

And maybe that’s the hardest part. I do appreciate the people in my life. I just don’t always know how to show it in ways they’ll recognize.

They give me so much love, and sometimes I look at it and think, Am I really worthy of this?

How could they stay, when I’m this quiet? This distant? This me?

But I also know I love differently. I love in space-giving. In quiet loyalty. In staying without asking for much.

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

maybe he likes you, but he never saw you as someone he'd take the risk for.

No regrets, only memories.