Sensitive Meaning

Eva was known for being deeply in tune with her surroundings. Not just because she could hear the faintest whispers in a crowded room, but because she seemed to feel the emotions of others in a way most people couldn't. One evening, while she and her friend Lucas sat by the riverbank, she noticed his uneasy silence. It was subtle, the way he avoided her gaze, but to Eva, it was as loud as a thunderclap. 'What's wrong?' she asked softly, her voice carrying the weight of concern. Lucas hesitated before answering. 'I'm just... sensitive to all the changes happening around me. You know, like everything feels so uncertain.' Eva nodded, understanding completely. She, too, felt the sensitivity of the world, how everything seemed to be shifting. The air was thick with emotions—personal, political, environmental—and both of them had become overly aware of it. The conversation shifted to their childhood memories, and Lucas chuckled, reminiscing about a time when he had broken his sister's favorite toy. 'I thought I could fix it, but it was just too delicate. I didn't realize how fragile it was until it was too late.' He sighed. Eva smiled gently. 'You were young, Lucas. But I think that's part of it—being sensitive means you're aware, sometimes more than you want to be.' They sat there for a while, watching the river flow, each absorbed in their thoughts. Eva, ever the perceptive one, knew that her friend's sensitivity to the world's pressures wasn’t a weakness—it was his ability to tune into what mattered. They both shared that gift of sensitivity, and in that moment, it felt less like a burden and more like a unique strength. Later, when Eva returned home, she wrote a letter to her mother about the evening. She described how Lucas had been so sensitive to the smallest of things—a broken toy, a subtle shift in atmosphere—and how, in a world that seemed so callous, it was a gift. 'Sometimes,' she wrote, 'sensitive people see the world in ways others can't.'