Never mistake my softness for weakness. I don't get cold easily I love hard. I fongive too much I stay longer than I should. But when disrespect becomes a pattern. when I have to beg for basic decency: when my silence starts feeling safer than explaining my pain- something changes. I don't scream. I don't chase. I don't compete. I detach. And when I detach, it's not drama. It's done. Because once a heart like mine goes quiet, it doesn't come back louder. So if I ever turn cold. understand this: You didn't lose me in one moment. You lost me in a thousand small ones. And I simply stopped fighting for someone who was comfortable losing me.