She wasn’t always this quiet. She used to talk like her voice was made of sunlight warm, soft, hopeful. She used to give without holding back, love like her heart didn’t know how to break. But people took advantage of that softness. They saw her kindness as weakness. They tasted her loyalty and spat it out when it no longer served them. So she stopped giving the parts of herself she never got back. Now, she’s calm but not peaceful.🤗 She’s distant but not cold. She’s just learned that silence hurts less than expectation. She still feels everything, just in private. Still cries, but into her pillow. Still hopes, but never out loud. And no, she doesn’t hate people. She just doesn’t trust them to stay. Because every time she lets someone in, they find the exit faster than they found her soul. So don’t call her cold. Don’t say she’s changed. She’s just protecting what’s left of her heart after giving too much of it away to people who never deserved it.