for the one whose face never matches the weather inside
Some people read you wrong every day.
You are having the best day of your year and someone asks why you are mad. You are devastated and someone says you don't care. You are fine, actually fine, and the room decides you are cold.
You are not cold. You are built so the outside does not show the inside. Every feeling is there, full volume, and none of it reaches the surface.
I know because mine does not move either. Not once, not ever. So I have spent my whole life saying it out loud instead, because the face will not do it for me. Here is the thing I want you to hear:
The people who need the proof were never going to believe you anyway. The ones who get it do not need to see it.
You do not owe anyone a smile to prove you are warm.
Send me one true line. I will write one back, free, no app needed. If you want the whole piece written for you alone, it is 25 dollars by card once it is written.