They see the quiet weight you carry,
like you’re holding something careful and unspoken.
Some feel safe in it, like they could lay their chaos down and you’d just hold it steady.
Others feel the distance and wonder if you’re protecting them… or yourself.
They notice how your eyes stay soft even when your words are few,
how you watch more than you chase.
You’re not the storm they run toward,
but you’re the shore some of them keep drifting back to,
quietly hoping you’ll finally let them in.