We're used to being strong, independent, in control.
But even the strongest people sometimes just need someone—not to save them, but to hug them.

Not to solve problems, but simply to be there. ❤️

Loneliness is a strange thing.
At first, it even seems comfortable: silence, order, no one bothers us, everything under control.
But time passes, and you begin to notice how different the evenings feel.
As if the room has gotten a little colder, even with the heating on.
As if food loses its flavor, movies lose their meaning, and nights lose their peace. 🌙

Loneliness makes us more honest.
It removes our outer masks. When there's silence all around, you suddenly start to hear not the news, not the noise of the city, but your inner voice.
And it often whispers the same thing: "I need someone... just a person."

Each of us needs someone to whom we can text "I'm home" and know that it matters to someone.

Someone who will ask, not out of politeness, but truly: "How are you?"

Someone who will notice your tiredness, even if you're smiling.
Someone who will hear not the words, but the pauses between them. 💫

Loneliness makes us think differently.
We begin to feel more deeply, to look more attentively, to appreciate the simple things more—conversation, touch, presence.

We stop searching for the ideal and begin to dream of a simple, real person—with all their imperfections, but with warmth.

I think a person without another person is like a book without a reader.
All the most beautiful things in it remain unread. 📖💔