Some nights I don’t need music.
Just the sound of my own breath,
and the quiet feeling that someone, somewhere,
is thinking about me too.

I don’t chase attention.
I crave connection.
That moment when someone sees past the smile
and notices the silence behind it.

I don’t want to be your fantasy.
I want to be the girl you remember
when you're lying in bed,
eyes closed,
and your fingers hesitate —
because you can still feel mine.