I've been alone for three years. Not because I'm waiting for perfection. Because I got tired of giving heat to people who were already leaving before they arrived.

You start to see patterns.

The ones who take but don't give. The ones who want your softness but don't respect it. The ones who call it love but it's just convenience. Over and over you see this. And yes, it hardens something. But that hardness is scar tissue. It's not coldness. It's healing. 💎

My warmth now goes to the person who proves they understand what a gift it is.

Not everyone deserves it. Not everyone even wants it—some people just want access to it, like they're taking something for free. I've learned to tell the difference.

And honestly? That's not sad. That's freedom. 🖤