“The People Who Never Stayed”
There are nights when I wonder if friendship is just another human invention created to survive loneliness. Something beautiful made for lucky people who were born easy to love. I watch people laugh together in cafés, sharing secrets as if their hearts have permanent homes inside each other. I observe them the way abandoned children stare at warm windows during winter. Carefully. Quietly. From the outside. Because I have never understood what it feels like to trust someone without preparing myself for the moment they disappear. Other people speak about friendship as if it were oxygen. Natural. Safe. Eternal. But to me, people have always been temporary weather. They arrive with warmth in their voices and promises in their eyes, only to slowly become distant ghosts wearing familiar faces. And after enough disappointments, I started asking myself terrible questions. Maybe I am too much. Too quiet. Too intense. Too broken. Maybe people can sense the sadness in my bones the same way animal...