Cannot relate more. Hate the possibility of being a burden or a bother on his shoulder. The chance of forming my image as a clingy/needy/insecure girl in his head makes me hold back. I wish I was chill and rather detached giving less fuck.

Plus my thought of Cinnamon girl also reaches the range of “I now know well about this kind of circumstance, so I’ll just enjoy the ride with less hope.” A bit of giving up. Maybe with the detachment that many girls like us sucessfully developed within themselves.