Dior

The moments when she’s happy with someone else cut deeper than I expect. I want her to be happy, but a part of me aches at the thought of not being the one to bring her joy. It’s a mix of admiration and jealousy that leaves me feeling hollow. I can’t help but wonder if I could be the one to make her laugh that way, to hold her in those moments of joy. Yet, I find myself stuck, trapped in this cycle of longing and fear, feeling both grateful for her presence and overwhelmed by the distance between us.

Then there are the sleepless nights where I replay our interactions in my mind, analyzing every word, every laugh, every fleeting touch. I yearn to tell her how I feel, but the fear of ruining what we have keeps me silent. I want to share my truth, but the thought of her looking at me with confusion or pity is terrifying. The possibility of heartbreak feels so real, it makes my chest tighten, and I often wonder if it would be better to keep my feelings buried than risk losing her altogether.