how easily I misread them, how something so subtle can grow into something so heavy without me even realizing when it started. and I guess, how i feel about them, I wrote I place about feeling deeply about two weeks ago, and it really forced me to be instropective and raw about how my emotional system.

writing it forced me to sit with myself in a way I don't usually allow, to be honest, to be open, to not look away from what I feel. and to realize that im truly a yearned for, not in grand ways or something overwhelming, but in something steady, something that feels like being chosen even in the smallest moments, and maybe in the end, all of this is just me trying to understand why I keep searching for something that feels like home in other people.