It was a quiet evening.One of those days when the heart does..
Added 2025-07-09 14:13:45 +0000 UTCIt was a quiet evening.
One of those days when the heart doesn't cry aloud, but isn't completely silent either.
She sat on the floor.
Not out of weakness.
But because she could no longer bear the weight of her thoughts.
The day had said too much. Expected too much. Doubted too much.
"Am I enough?"
"Am I wrong?"
"What if I just don't function... in this world?"
And then she came.
Not with grand gestures.
Not with answers.
Just with herself.
She sat down next to her.
Said nothing.
Just touched her hand.
And there it was.
The moment.
Where she didn't have to be strong.
Not smile.
Not function.
Just breathe.
Just be.
Just be seen, without having to prove herself.
"You're allowed to doubt," she whispered. "As long as you don't forget who you are."
She nodded.
And stayed.
With the doubt.
And with her.
Because sometimes it's not the answer that heals – but staying.
