I used to be scared of losing people. I would overthink every silence, every distance, every shift in their tone-thinking I did something wrong. l’d chase reassurance, apologize for things that weren’t even my fault, and try to hold on to people who had already let go of me in their hearts. But somewhere along the way, I realized... I was fighting for people who were never really fighting for me. So I stopped begging for space in places I was never meant to stay. I stopped being afraid of losing people, and started paying attention to who was okay with losing me.
