Today, something strange happened—something I didn’t expect. I felt something for someone, and I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to feel anything like this. It caught me off guard.
For the longest time, I’ve built these walls around myself, convincing myself that I’m better off not caring too much, not letting anyone get close. It was easier that way—no risk, no disappointment. But today, I noticed something about them. The way they talk , the way they made me feel, and suddenly, I felt that familiar flicker inside, the one I thought I had put out a long time ago.
It’s strange, really. I feel a bit vulnerable, almost exposed. I thought I had locked these emotions away, thrown away the key. But here they are again, sneaking up on me, challenging the safety of my detachment. And it scares me.
What if I’m not ready for this? What if I’m just fooling myself? But at the same time, there’s a part of me that’s... curious. Curious about what might happen if I let myself feel again, if I let someone in.
Maybe it’s time to thaw a little. Maybe I’m not as cold as I thought.
But then, I can’t help but wonder—what if it’s just temporary? What if this is just a fleeting feeling, and I go back to being numb again? I’m not sure if I trust this part of myself anymore, the part that craves connection.
It feels fragile, like something that could be easily shattered if I let it grow. But there’s also something oddly comforting about it, too. Like the world isn’t as bleak as I’ve been telling myself. Maybe I’m still capable of feeling warmth, of caring, of letting someone mean something to me.
I guess that’s what scares me the most. Caring again. It’s a risk, isn’t it? Letting someone into a space I’ve kept locked up for so long. But maybe, just maybe, it’s a risk worth taking.
I’ll just have to wait and see. For now, I’ll let myself feel this, even if it’s unfamiliar, even if it’s uncomfortable. Maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world to let a little light in, after all.
For the longest time, I’ve built these walls around myself, convincing myself that I’m better off not caring too much, not letting anyone get close. It was easier that way—no risk, no disappointment. But today, I noticed something about them. The way they talk , the way they made me feel, and suddenly, I felt that familiar flicker inside, the one I thought I had put out a long time ago.
It’s strange, really. I feel a bit vulnerable, almost exposed. I thought I had locked these emotions away, thrown away the key. But here they are again, sneaking up on me, challenging the safety of my detachment. And it scares me.
What if I’m not ready for this? What if I’m just fooling myself? But at the same time, there’s a part of me that’s... curious. Curious about what might happen if I let myself feel again, if I let someone in.
Maybe it’s time to thaw a little. Maybe I’m not as cold as I thought.
But then, I can’t help but wonder—what if it’s just temporary? What if this is just a fleeting feeling, and I go back to being numb again? I’m not sure if I trust this part of myself anymore, the part that craves connection.
It feels fragile, like something that could be easily shattered if I let it grow. But there’s also something oddly comforting about it, too. Like the world isn’t as bleak as I’ve been telling myself. Maybe I’m still capable of feeling warmth, of caring, of letting someone mean something to me.
I guess that’s what scares me the most. Caring again. It’s a risk, isn’t it? Letting someone into a space I’ve kept locked up for so long. But maybe, just maybe, it’s a risk worth taking.
I’ll just have to wait and see. For now, I’ll let myself feel this, even if it’s unfamiliar, even if it’s uncomfortable. Maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world to let a little light in, after all.
making us to realize where we are and who others are. 
