Halfway Presence
I feel that she’s there for me but at the same time, it feels like she’s just there for the sake of being there. Her words are kind, her actions thoughtful but there’s a distance I can’t explain. Like a presence without depth. A hug that doesn’t warm. A smile that doesn’t reach the eyes.
It’s confusing because I want to believe in her intentions. I want to think she cares. And maybe she does… just not the way I need. Maybe she’s showing up out of obligation, not emotion. Maybe I’m reading into silences that were never meant to speak. Or maybe I’m just afraid to admit the truth.
Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t being alone... it’s feeling alone when someone’s right beside you.
And so I sit with the feeling. Half comforted. Half hollow. Wondering which version of her is real… or if both are.