Fragile

At the end of the day, there’s always that one soul who loves a little too deeply, feels a little too much, breaks from the smallest wound as if the world pressed on it. When sickness touches them, they don’t just fall they crumble quietly, hiding the hurt behind soft smiles and tired eyes no one notices. People wonder why such a heart forgets itself, why it gives warmth to everyone but shivers alone in the cold. And sometimes… when things go wrong, this heart forgets how to breathe, as if losing its own strength was the most natural thing. But what they don’t see is this heart is learning. Slowly, silently, it is teaching itself that it deserves care too. That even the softest souls need their own hands to hold them.