It's strange to me that many consider love a test: who screams the loudest, who suffers the most dramatically. But I believe in quiet moments. In conversations that are almost inaudible, in laughter that is born by chance, in touches that demand nothing. 💫 And sometimes I think I'm the only one who notices this.

People often think that loneliness is a misfortune. But I see freedom in it. The freedom to observe, to understand oneself, to live without illusions. And yes, sometimes it's scary, sometimes you want to scream into the void, but there is honesty in that. You remain yourself.

And yet, when I look at the couples around me, those who chased passion and lost themselves, I wonder: do we really know how to love, or are we just afraid of being alone? 🤔

I think true love doesn't shout, doesn't demand proof, doesn't test. It simply exists. And sometimes the only way to notice it is to be willing to be alone.