Sometimes it seems to me that I collect moments, not people 📸. One day - laughter with colleagues, another - a conversation with myself in an empty room. There is warmth, it just comes in a different form.

I read old messages and am surprised: how quickly people change. I change. Love changes. Even the memories of it are different, softer, almost like sand in your hands 🌾.

No one comes with instructions: "This is how to love and be loved." I learn from my mistakes and small victories. Sometimes it's like putting together a puzzle without a picture on the box - the pieces do not always fit, but the picture slowly comes together 🧩.

Loneliness taught me to listen to myself. Listen when you want to scream, and when you want to be silent. It taught me to appreciate touches that others don't need, but only me. It taught me to enjoy small things - the dawn, the sound of rain, a favorite song that plays by chance 🎵.

And sometimes I think: maybe being alone is also an art. The art of seeing the world and yourself at the same time, without dissolving in other people's stories. Maybe this is not waiting for someone, but preparing for something real ✨.

Val