I don’t know why, but planting seeds always makes me feel good.
You put this tiny thing into the soil, water it, look at it every morning like a little patient fool… and then one day there’s a green sprout. It’s small, nothing impressive, but it makes you smile anyway. You waited for it. It listened to you. It grew.

I like the garden for that.
The smell of herbs, warm soil on my hands, sun on my back. It slows me down in a peaceful way. And when I finally pick the first tomato I’ve been waiting for like a hungry kid… it actually feels like a reward. One tomato, but I’m proud of it 😄

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that people should grow their feelings the same way. Not fast, not dramatic, not “forever” after two messages. Just slowly. Honestly. Step by step. A laugh here. A nice word there. A calm feeling that you want to talk to this person again tomorrow.

For me, that’s what connection is.
Not fireworks, not chaos, not trying to impress. Just two people who feel good next to each other, even in silence. Like “hey, I’m comfortable with you” without having to say it.

I don’t know who will read this.
Maybe someone who also likes small things… herbs on the windowsill, slow talks, warm hands. Someone who doesn’t run, doesn’t chase, just wants something real.

If that sounds like you… then okay.
You can say hi. Let’s see what grows. 🌱😊