The light pecks on my cheeks, my forehead, my lips – they’re comforting because they don’t ask for anything more.
You build temporary relationships that don’t go beyond that, even if you yearn for something more.
Sometimes, it’s as if you don’t exist anymore. Who are you pretending to be ok for? What are you really searching for?
The rationale you were so skilled at holding onto is in danger of slipping – you never meant to wear your heart outside your ribcage.