I’m Warm Until You Give Me a Reason Not to Be

Warmth is my default. I smile easily, laugh often, welcome people in. I’d rather be light than cold. But that warmth isn’t unconditional. It’s fragile, and once broken, it doesn’t return the same way.

When people take my warmth for granted , when they treat it like an endless resource, they’re shocked when the temperature drops. They don’t recognize the silence, the distance, the withdrawal as the same person they once knew. But it is. It’s me, just colder. Still me, but unwilling to burn for someone who doesn’t keep me lit.

I don’t flip back. I don’t reignite for the same people twice. Once I turn cold, it’s permanent. And that’s what makes the warmth special in the first place: it’s not promised, it’s earned.

Final Word: My warmth is real but it’s not guaranteed.

Disclaimer: This is reflection, not revenge. Don’t confuse lost access with lost kindness.