

Sometimes the quietest evenings are more memorable than all the noisy gatherings 🥰
Tonight I'm alone. Everyone is busy, everyone has their own things to do, and that's okay. It was a little sad at first, but then I decided to go for a walk. Just by myself, without purpose, without talking 😍
The park was surprisingly lively: rustling leaves, rare passers-by, soft light of lanterns and the smell of spring in the air. At times like this, you begin to hear yourself - not the version you're used to showing others, but the real you 😋
Sometimes loneliness is not a punishment, but a gift. It gives you time to remember who you are without other people's voices around you 😈
And you know... it was a good night 💕