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πŸ‚ when autumn whispers of loneliness... πŸπŸ’–πŸ’–
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Why autumn? πŸ‚
Maybe because nature dies for a short time, the leaves fall, the sky glooms, the sun becomes stingy with its warmth.

Everything around reminds us that nothing lasts forever.

And in that moment, we suddenly find ourselves face to face with ourselves.

Without the noise of summer, without bright colors, without distractions.

Just you and your thoughts.

By the way, scientists say that with the onset of autumn, serotonin levels—the hormone of joy—actually drop.

Daylight hours are getting shorter, the body receives less sunlight, and therefore less joy.
But I think it's not just a matter of biology...

In autumn, we seem to begin to feel deeper. 🍁
This is the time when we crave not superficial conversations, but heartfelt ones.
When you don't feel like going to parties, but just want to sit next to someone, be silent, listen to the rain, and feel their presence.

In autumn, you especially understand how important human warmth is—not the kind that comes from a radiator or a scarf, but the kind that comes from the heart.

Sometimes I think autumn depression isn't an illness, but a way to remind us: you are alive, you feel, you are capable of love. ❀️

Yes, it can be sad.

But it's precisely from this sadness that something real is born: the desire to be closer, to hug, to understand, to warm. Maybe autumn just wants us to learn to be real again, without masks, without rushing, without unnecessary words.

Do you feel it too?
When you walk down the street, and the leaves crunch under your feet, and the air smells of rain and smoke... when it seems like even the city is breathing more slowly...

And somewhere deep inside, this strange, tender desire for someone to hold your hand appears.

Just silently. Without explanation.

Autumn isn't just sadness. It's a chance. 🍁

A chance to start anew, to truly feel, to realize that loneliness isn't an enemy, but a mirror in which you see what you're truly missing.

And if suddenly this autumn you, too, feel a little lost... know: somewhere there's someone who feels the same way.

Perhaps right now they're reading these lines and also dreaming of someone who understands them without words.πŸ’«

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