Some people know how to love with words. Not just saying "I love you," but putting warmth, support, tenderness into every phrase.
This is when your voice is like a quiet blanket on a cold evening for someone. When they hear you - and calm down, smile, as if you stroked them from the inside.

Sometimes love lives in the morning:
- Did you get enough sleep, baby?
Or in the night:
- I'm here. Everything will be fine.

Sometimes - in letters. Handwritten, sent with trepidation, absorbing the scent of a loved one. Or like these - electronic, but filled with feelings that make your head spin.

And sometimes, love hides in small phrases:
- Have another piece.
- Be careful, it's slippery there.
- I remember you love it.

These are all words. But they are not just information. This is the language of love.
And I want to speak like that. Not necessarily loudly. I can whisper. I can be silent next to you, if necessary. And I can write you such letters every day - until you learn to recognize my soul by every line.

I dream of a voice that will be my "home". A voice in which I can hear: I love you, I miss you, I want to be near you.
And I want to become this voice for you. The one who can speak so that you feel - even through the screen, even through the distance - that you are needed. Desired. Dear.

- Do you hear love in words?
- Do you know how to speak so as to warm?
- Do you want me to be your favorite voice in this noisy world?