It happens that the heart misses someone who is not even around. 💔 But this is not always about loneliness. Sometimes it is about memory, about expectation, about how inside me there still lives a desire for closeness, warmth, simple understanding. And I am learning to accept this sadness as a part of myself, like the soft whisper of my own heart. 🕊

I notice how often I think about what will happen next, and how little I think about the present. ⏳ Sometimes I just want to stop, take a deep breath and feel alive - even if no one is around, even if the world seems too big and noisy.

I like to look at people and try to guess their stories. Sometimes I imagine that someone is watching me the same way. 🌙 Maybe there is someone out there who understands my silence, who feels the same as I do. Or maybe I'm just learning to be my own companion in this world.

And there is a special tenderness in this: in not rushing, in feeling every moment, in being honest with yourself, even when your heart wants more. 💖 Sometimes loneliness is not emptiness, but a space where I learn to be real, vulnerable and truly myself. ✨

Iria