It wasn't anything special, just a way of showing up, laughs a little too loud, says things without weighing them, because not everything needs to mean something.
People watched from the edge, turned moments into stories, shared glances like headlines. Suddenly, I was someone they had figured out without asking.
I've seen the way quiet shifts in a room, how sarcasm replaces names, how people choose what fits their version of you and stick with it.
They said they cared, said they respected distance, but only when it made enough sense to them. Everything else? Fair game for guessing.
So I stopped explaining. Not out of pride, just exhaustion. Some truths aren't meant to be repeated just to be ignored again.
Not everything I do is a secret message. Some things are just me, existing, without needing to be decoded.
If it looked a certain way, it probably did, to those watching without context, without asking, but still certain they knew.