Tenderness doesn't shout. It touches. With eyes, words, fingers, silence. It lives in the little things: in the way they listen to you, in the way they wait for you, in the way they straighten your hair from your face without saying anything 💫

It's not about grand gestures, but about deep attention. About "are you home yet?" without unnecessary questions. About "take care of yourself" in a tone as if it were the most important thing in the world. About how someone remembers how you drink tea and makes it exactly that way ☕

Tenderness is a hug when you're having a hard time. It's a presence without demands. It's when they don't try to change you, but on the contrary - they protect your authenticity like a precious thing 💖

And let everything change in this world - tenderness will always be the force that makes us closer... for real 🤍