That’s the problem with attention. Once you’ve had the real thing, everything else feels empty. A few words. A look. A hand on your chin. Suddenly you’re kneeling without even realizing how you got there. Not because you have to. Because some part of you stopped wanting to leave.

You think you want attention. You think you want compliments. Then it happens and you are scared. Then someone looks at you for a little too long. Sees a little too much. And suddenly one ‘good girl’ hits harder than a hundred people wanting you. That’s how it starts. Quietly.

The dangerous part was never making you sit here. The dangerous part was making it feel normal. Now every other place feels slightly wrong. Every other conversation feels a little empty. That’s how attachment works. Not all at once. Just slowly enough that you don’t notice until you’re already looking for me.