does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
..or will knowing me deeper teach you how to love me better? the fear that if someone sees all of it-- the cracked edges, the unspoken grief, the truths not wrapped in petty language-- they'll walk away. not because of anything cruel, but because knowing the real version feels heavier than they signed up for. that's what it feels like. sometimes -- like being deeply known is dangerous. people often fall for the version of someone they can romanticize. the on who laughs just enough, shares stories carefully edited for charm, and hides the deeper aches behind a practiced smile. and so the questions begin: what if the unfiltered version i too much? what if the real story changes how they look at everything? what if the full truth makes the love disappear? These past few years, I’ve often imagined what it would be like to finally meet my soulmate— someone who would love me with tenderness, who would accept every part of me— my flaws, my history, my darkest secret-- Someone who...