Love comes strangely: like rain that is unpredictable, like the smell of bread from a nearby bakery that suddenly evokes childhood memories 🍞. And I catch these moments, but I can’t hold on to them, they flow through my fingers like water, and sometimes it makes me happy, because water washes away the old, leaving room for the new.

I often talk to myself, as if we are two different universes that sometimes collide 💫. One universe wants bright emotions, the other - quiet comfort. And between them there is a bridge that is built day after day, brick after brick, until I understand that loneliness is not emptiness, but a laboratory where my strengths and weaknesses are tested.

Sometimes I hear music, and it seems to pull out of me what I was hiding. The melody reminds me that inside me there is a place for warmth, for touches, for smiles that have not yet happened 🎵. I learn to wait not because I am afraid, but because I understand: everything that comes with patience has its own weight, its own value, its own light.

I look at the world and at myself and understand: loneliness is not a punishment, but a workshop. Here I mold myself, my love for myself, my boundaries, my dreams. Here I learn to listen to the silence and understand that not every person who comes is needed, sometimes it is more important to be next to yourself 🌿.

And when night comes, I close my eyes and see my thoughts turn into little lights that fly into the sky ✨. They are my hopes, my memories, my little joys. And I smile because I understand: being alone is also a way to love, learn and live.

Masha