"They say I feel too much. Maybe I do. But only where it matters." Most days, I carry my calm like a well-folded scarf — tidy, untouchable, the version of me the world finds easier to bear. But sometimes, with certain people… the calm slips. And underneath, there’s a soft chaos — half-child, half-cloud, always looking for a place to land gently. Not everyone sees her. She doesn’t come out often. She’s a little too tender for the noise. But if you’ve ever met her — the one who overreacts, feels too deeply, asks too many whys — then maybe, just maybe, you once meant more than you think. 有些情绪，只对特别的人露出一点点。 不是脆弱，是信任。 Some feelings — they only show a little, and only to someone special. Not weakness… but trust.