Unfamiliar Love

I am not used to being loved.

I do my own stuff—not because I always like to, but because I have to

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In a crowded world, I stand alone, not because I'm an introvert, but because people scare me.

I cook for myself, not because I always enjoy it, but because it's necessary.

I can spend all day alone, not because I'm lonely, but to avoid unnecessary drama.

I have a tiny circle, not because I can't connect with people, but because I value quality over quantity.

I love the idea of love. I like watching love movies and others' love stories.

But when it comes to me, I run away—not because I hate love, but because the idea of being loved is unfamiliar.

Maybe I feel good knowing I could be loved, but I fear how deeply it could hurt if it breaks.

Because I am not used to being loved.....