I'm sitting in the kitchen, making tea, and I realize that sometimes loneliness isn't about sadness. It's about space. Space where you can hear yourself, understand what you really want. And more often than not, these aren't the things the world forces upon you: not a perfect relationship, not a career, not beautiful photos. Just... being honest with yourself.

I look at past relationships and smile. Yes, there were mistakes, there were expectations that weren't met. But most importantly, I've learned to see beauty in small moments: in a stranger's smile, in a friend's call, in the way the sun falls on the floor 🌅.

Sometimes it scares me to think that we so rarely truly connect with ourselves. That we're looking for someone to fill the void, instead of realizing that emptiness itself can be surprisingly alive.

And yet, I believe that when someone comes along who shares this space with me without trying to fill it, it will be true magic ✨.

Have you ever caught yourself fearing loneliness, when in fact it can be the most honest and alive state? 💭💛