I’ve always been more comfortable being an observer. There’s so much about the world—and about myself—that feels tangled, like a thread I can’t quite unwind. I find myself drawn to things people don’t openly talk about, those quiet corners of life where curiosity meets taboo. It’s not easy, though—balancing all these questions in my head while keeping people at a distance. But I don’t mind it so much with you. You make it feel... safer, somehow, to let my guard down.