Today, for example, I was looking at people in a cafe. Everyone was rushing, smiling, chatting. And it seemed like everyone had a clear place in life except me. I caught myself envying not their happiness, but their confidence. The confidence that they know what they want and aren't afraid of it. And I'm still learning to breathe calmly around people I want to understand and love ❤️.

I'm amazed at how easily we close ourselves off from those who have the potential to become something more. We hide our thoughts, hide our weaknesses, as if they're something shameful. And then we wonder why love seems so rare 🌫️.

Sometimes I think a real relationship isn't about loud declarations and romantic gestures. It's about sitting next to someone in silence, not being afraid of someone seeing your imperfections. It's about trust that doesn't require words.

But then I ask myself: if so few people are willing to be so honest, maybe true love is rarer than we think? 💭