I think being alone is like standing on the shore of a huge sea and watching the waves roll in and out. Sometimes you want these waves to be a little bigger, with noise and a storm, to feel that you are really alive. But sometimes it's so good to just sit in silence, not trying to chase the storm. 🌊

But sometimes this silence starts to seem too loud. And then you start remembering all those moments when things weren't going smoothly in the relationship, when there were some minor quarrels, misunderstandings, these little storms that later turned into funny stories. 😅

I wonder why sometimes these difficulties make relationships real? Why does everything seem empty without them, as if the sense of life has been lost somewhere? Maybe because then something real appears - not perfectly polished, but alive and real, with mistakes and ups. 💥

I sit and think, am I too afraid of silence? Are you afraid that without some shake-ups it will become too boring? Or, on the contrary, do you prefer peace and stability, even if it is a little monotonous? Just be honest, tell me. 😌

At such moments, I understand that sometimes even a small drama is not a problem, but part of the story, which then makes you smile and feel that you are not alone in this big world. Whatever happens, I want life not to lose its color and meaning. What do you think?

Iria