Here’s a piece written in a raw, reflective, and deeply emotional tone, as if spoken from the inside of that feeling.
But gifts are not supposed to ache.
Because the truth is sharper: it's not the absence that burdens me. It's the presence. The constant awareness. The way I measure every glance, every almost-touch, every moment I pull back when I wanted to lean in. Not out of virtue. Out of fear. Out of the strange shame of having saved something no one has ever tried to take.
Here’s a piece written in a raw, reflective, and deeply emotional tone, as if spoken from the inside of that feeling.
But gifts are not supposed to ache.
Because the truth is sharper: it's not the absence that burdens me. It's the presence. The constant awareness. The way I measure every glance, every almost-touch, every moment I pull back when I wanted to lean in. Not out of virtue. Out of fear. Out of the strange shame of having saved something no one has ever tried to take. my virginity is a burden iv missax
