The deeper someone gets to know me, the less they seem to love me. Maybe it's because they start to see the sides of me that aren't easy-the overthinking, the mood swings, the silence that comes when I'm hurting but can't explain why. At first, I'm the kind of person who's easy to care for, full of warmth and words. But then, as they see more, they realize | love too deeply, feel too much, and expect the same kind of sincerity in return. And that's when they slowly begin to step back, as if loving me becomes too heavy. It hurts, because I've never wanted to be perfect, I just wanted to be understood-to be loved even when I'm not easy to handle. But somehow, the closer they get, the further they go.