Sometimes you look at people who seem to have found their happiness, and you think - they are smiling not because they have to, but because they are truly happy to be together. And I am constantly testing my feelings for strength: what if this is not it, what if I again believe in an illusion that will crumble like sand through my fingers?

But you know what is interesting... even in this loneliness there is something beautiful. It teaches you to notice the little things: the smell of fresh bread from the bakery, the sun falling on the windowsill in the morning, the cool touch of a cup of tea on a rainy day ☕️💛 These are such simple moments that seem to put me back together.

And yet, somewhere inside, there is hope. Not loud, not intrusive, but quiet. It says that one day there will be a person next to whom you won’t need to hide. I will be able to be strong and weak, funny and a little weird — and all of this will be okay. We will just be honest with each other. And this will be the very point where loneliness will cease to be a burden, but will become a choice when you want to be alone, but not because there is no one else to be with.

Maybe this is the path — first to learn to be at peace with yourself, and then let someone into this world. I am still learning this. I listen to myself, notice how my heart reacts to different things. Sometimes it freezes from some random smile, sometimes it is sad for no reason, and sometimes it just beats calmly, as if whispering: "Everything will be."

Do you ever have this feeling that loneliness is not an enemy, but just a stage that teaches us to hear ourselves better? 🤔

Masha