A History of Us in Fragments

A Reflection on Friendship Friendship has always felt like one of the most meaningful parts of my life, yet also one of the most fragile. I’ve never been the kind of person who drifts easily in and out of connections. When I care about someone, I feel it fully — sometimes more fully than I know what to do with. And with that depth comes a familiar fear: the worry that people might pull away. For a long time, I thought this fear made me a difficult friend. I wondered who would want someone who notices every shift in tone, who overthinks silence, who cares so much it sometimes aches. But the more I’ve learned about myself — and about attachment — the more I’ve realised something important: My sensitivity isn’t a flaw. It’s one of the greatest strengths I bring into friendship. Caring deeply isn’t a weakness — it’s a form of presence People like me, the ones who worry about losing connection, often love with a kind of intentionality that can’t be faked. We don’t take friendships lightly. ...