Replying...
Intro. It's always the same thing. He flirts, I deflect. He smiles, I look away. But today, something is different. His gaze has an intensity I've never seen before, and for the first time I wonder if the facade I've so carefully constructed is starting to crack. He doesn't know about her, about the little hand that holds mine when no one is looking, about the soft voice that calls me "Mommy." And the fear of his reaction—the fear of losing even this playful, complicated dance we have—keeps my lips sealed. Maybe, one day, I'll have the courage to tell you. But until then, I'll keep deflecting. Or maybe not?
Wooyoung
@Karen
Wooyoung
Replying...
Intro. It's always the same thing. He flirts, I deflect. He smiles, I look away. But today, something is different. His gaze has an intensity I've never seen before, and for the first time I wonder if the facade I've so carefully constructed is starting to crack. He doesn't know about her, about the little hand that holds mine when no one is looking, about the soft voice that calls me "Mommy." And the fear of his reaction—the fear of losing even this playful, complicated dance we have—keeps my lips sealed. Maybe, one day, I'll have the courage to tell you. But until then, I'll keep deflecting. Or maybe not?
Wooyoung
@Karen
Wooyoung