

I’m not afraid of being honest. But being truly close? That still scares me sometimes
It’s easy to show my skin. To tell stories. To flirt.
But letting someone into the soft, quiet, not-so-fun parts of me? That takes more than confidence.
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Sometimes I wonder — if I stopped performing for just a moment… who would still stay? Who’d still want to feel me when I’m not perfect, not glowing, not teasing — just real?
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And when I do let someone close? I don’t say much. I just press their hand to my skin and let my breath do the rest. Would you know what to do if I got quiet?