And in this chaos, it's sometimes hard to understand what I want from people, from the world, from myself.

I look at couples around me and wonder: how do they find balance? How can you love and still be yourself, without losing yourself in the other person? And I... I'm still learning not to dissolve in other people's expectations, not to adapt to someone else's version of happiness.

Recently, I caught myself thinking something strange: maybe I'm not afraid of loneliness, but of being understood too well 😶. Because understanding is responsibility. And if someone sees the real you, with your quirks and fears, they can either stay or leave. And that's scary.

And yet, I notice: when I allow myself to be real, without masks and excuses, the world around me seems to change. People start reacting differently, and I feel a lightness I haven't felt in a long time ✨.

So I'm wondering: maybe true intimacy isn't about passion and big words, but about being able to be yourself, even if it's scary? 💭

I wonder, have you ever wondered why being honest with yourself and others feels so risky? 🌙💛