Minnesota Nice

I am attached to detachment.

After mastering the ability to
get close to others without
allowing them to sink into
my veins, I’m not sure I can
ever go back to the naive
enthusiasm that was once felt
when meeting someone new.

That excitement has gone. In its
place lies ever-growing suspicion,
the knowledge that they will leave,
it is just a question of when.

I am attached to detachment,
because I cannot survive
another loved one being lost.

Noor ShirazieDiary of an Emotional Nomad (via aestheticintrovert)

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