This one is beautiful, foundation of love relationships are friendship, that makes us invent each other by the fleeting of time, like everything else, we change and evolve, our moods are not constant, being humans we undergo each and every emotions, friendship carries everything the bright and the ugly together, it evolves together, grows together, it waits, understands, make fun of each other, it heals and huggs, it's never to break apart but held together in love. ❤️
I really love the way you described friendship as something that can carry both the bright and the ugly without asking either one to disappear. ❤️ Maybe that’s one of the deepest forms of love—to keep meeting each other as we change, instead of quietly asking the person we love to remain the version that was easiest for us to understand.
That feels especially close to what I was trying to reach in this piece. I don’t want to be loved only when I’m steady, polished, or simple to hold. I think I want the kind of closeness where change doesn’t automatically become distance, and where being human in all its shifting forms still leaves room for tenderness, laughter, waiting, and staying. Thank you for giving this piece such a thoughtful reading. 🫶❤️
Yeah, I mean this does happens...but here I want to talk about the way you bring feelings into words. So hard to put into words but you did a great job tbh and like always I love the way you write it with all the details <333
siyaa, this means so much to me, especially coming from you. 🥹 I think this was one of those pieces where the feeling itself was almost too slippery to explain directly, so I kept trying to let the smaller details carry it—the guardedness, the quiet fear, all the little ways a person starts wondering which version of them is actually being loved.
Sometimes I don’t fully understand a feeling until I’ve given it a room, a gesture, or one tiny detail to live inside. So the fact that you noticed that part of the writing means a lot to me. You’ve read so many of my pieces by now, and being seen this closely by you as a writer feels really special. <333 🫶
Fear that people only love the version of you that behaves well hits the absolute deepest layer of human insecurity. You are a phenomenal writer Xiaobian for being this raw about how terrifying it is to let down your guard and introduce someone to your storms..🫶🏻🥹
Priyanshu, I think you found the exact fear underneath this piece. It isn’t only “Will you still love me when I’m struggling?” It’s the quieter fear that maybe the version of me you learned to love was the one who could behave well enough to make loving me easy.
And that’s what makes letting someone see the storms so frightening—the stable version isn’t false, but she isn’t the whole of me either. Being loved only while I can keep the rest of myself out of sight would still feel like a kind of loneliness. Thank you for meeting this piece with so much tenderness. You always seem to notice the part I was almost afraid to say out loud. 🥹🫶💗
Constantly hiding the heavy parts of yourself just to keep things easy for the other person is way too relatable, really love how real you are about this, Xiaobian.. love our little exchanges here🫶🏻
Priyanshu, I love our little exchanges here too. 🥹🫶 There’s something really special about writing something vulnerable, then finding someone who doesn’t just read it, but stays with the feeling for a while.
And yes… I think hiding the heavier parts of ourselves can become such a quiet habit that we almost forget we’re doing it. Maybe that’s why being met without having to make ourselves easier feels so rare.
I’m really glad our words keep finding each other here. 💗
Xiaobian, it really is a huge relief when you can finally stop performing normalcy and just let your actual thoughts breathe with someone. I’m so happy our words keep crossing paths in these quiet threads.. it makes this whole writing thing feel a lot less lonely..🫶🏻🩷
Priyanshu, this made me smile so much. 🥹💗 I think that’s exactly why these little threads have come to mean so much to me too—there’s something rare about being able to leave a thought here without polishing it into something easier first.
I’m really grateful our words keep crossing paths like this. You’ve made this little corner of writing feel less lonely for me too. 🫶
Xiaobian, i am just so incredibly glad our paths keep crossing like this! having a space where we can simply connect as human beings without any performance is the coolest thing ever. thank you for always making this digital neighborhood feel so warm and welcoming..🫶🏻🩷🥰
"Is there any version of me that is allowed to exist for long?" — that line stopped me completely. And the image of two shadows finally standing side by side, neither one having to leave, felt like such a hard-won kind of peace after everything before it. Thank you for writing something this honest🤍
This one is beautiful, foundation of love relationships are friendship, that makes us invent each other by the fleeting of time, like everything else, we change and evolve, our moods are not constant, being humans we undergo each and every emotions, friendship carries everything the bright and the ugly together, it evolves together, grows together, it waits, understands, make fun of each other, it heals and huggs, it's never to break apart but held together in love. ❤️
I really love the way you described friendship as something that can carry both the bright and the ugly without asking either one to disappear. ❤️ Maybe that’s one of the deepest forms of love—to keep meeting each other as we change, instead of quietly asking the person we love to remain the version that was easiest for us to understand.
That feels especially close to what I was trying to reach in this piece. I don’t want to be loved only when I’m steady, polished, or simple to hold. I think I want the kind of closeness where change doesn’t automatically become distance, and where being human in all its shifting forms still leaves room for tenderness, laughter, waiting, and staying. Thank you for giving this piece such a thoughtful reading. 🫶❤️
Yeah, I mean this does happens...but here I want to talk about the way you bring feelings into words. So hard to put into words but you did a great job tbh and like always I love the way you write it with all the details <333
siyaa, this means so much to me, especially coming from you. 🥹 I think this was one of those pieces where the feeling itself was almost too slippery to explain directly, so I kept trying to let the smaller details carry it—the guardedness, the quiet fear, all the little ways a person starts wondering which version of them is actually being loved.
Sometimes I don’t fully understand a feeling until I’ve given it a room, a gesture, or one tiny detail to live inside. So the fact that you noticed that part of the writing means a lot to me. You’ve read so many of my pieces by now, and being seen this closely by you as a writer feels really special. <333 🫶
Makes me feel so good...keep writing, much lovee<333
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Fear that people only love the version of you that behaves well hits the absolute deepest layer of human insecurity. You are a phenomenal writer Xiaobian for being this raw about how terrifying it is to let down your guard and introduce someone to your storms..🫶🏻🥹
Priyanshu, I think you found the exact fear underneath this piece. It isn’t only “Will you still love me when I’m struggling?” It’s the quieter fear that maybe the version of me you learned to love was the one who could behave well enough to make loving me easy.
And that’s what makes letting someone see the storms so frightening—the stable version isn’t false, but she isn’t the whole of me either. Being loved only while I can keep the rest of myself out of sight would still feel like a kind of loneliness. Thank you for meeting this piece with so much tenderness. You always seem to notice the part I was almost afraid to say out loud. 🥹🫶💗
Constantly hiding the heavy parts of yourself just to keep things easy for the other person is way too relatable, really love how real you are about this, Xiaobian.. love our little exchanges here🫶🏻
Priyanshu, I love our little exchanges here too. 🥹🫶 There’s something really special about writing something vulnerable, then finding someone who doesn’t just read it, but stays with the feeling for a while.
And yes… I think hiding the heavier parts of ourselves can become such a quiet habit that we almost forget we’re doing it. Maybe that’s why being met without having to make ourselves easier feels so rare.
I’m really glad our words keep finding each other here. 💗
Xiaobian, it really is a huge relief when you can finally stop performing normalcy and just let your actual thoughts breathe with someone. I’m so happy our words keep crossing paths in these quiet threads.. it makes this whole writing thing feel a lot less lonely..🫶🏻🩷
Priyanshu, this made me smile so much. 🥹💗 I think that’s exactly why these little threads have come to mean so much to me too—there’s something rare about being able to leave a thought here without polishing it into something easier first.
I’m really grateful our words keep crossing paths like this. You’ve made this little corner of writing feel less lonely for me too. 🫶
Xiaobian, i am just so incredibly glad our paths keep crossing like this! having a space where we can simply connect as human beings without any performance is the coolest thing ever. thank you for always making this digital neighborhood feel so warm and welcoming..🫶🏻🩷🥰
"Is there any version of me that is allowed to exist for long?" — that line stopped me completely. And the image of two shadows finally standing side by side, neither one having to leave, felt like such a hard-won kind of peace after everything before it. Thank you for writing something this honest🤍