to my avoidant baby,

i still catch myself wanting to tell you about my day, the little things, the random thoughts. i guess some parts of me haven’t changed.

but i’m starting to understand that i can’t always be the one reaching, the one holding everything together.

so i’m giving things a little space… not to disappear, not to play games, but to let things be what they are.

i still care. i just don’t want to lose myself in it anymore.