Because while people are texting me "be happy," I'm thinking about those who haven't received any messages today.

To the single ladies – you.

To those who put out one cup of tea in the evening. Who know how to be strong, but sometimes really want someone to just hug you for no reason. I wish you not emptiness, but silence, in which you can finally hear yourself. I wish you a meeting that won't be a salvation, but a continuation. And that in your mirror, every day, you see a woman who is already enough.

To the single men – you.

To those who silently carry their day on their shoulders. Who are used to making decisions on their own, and that sometimes makes it hard to breathe. I wish you a home where you don't need to be comfortable. I wish you a person next to whom you can finally exhale. And may your strength cease to be armor and become simply your nature.

May this day, which formally belongs only to me, bring warmth to you too.

Because loneliness is not a death sentence.

It's simply a very quiet place that also needs light.