Sometimes I catch myself thinking about something strange
On the darkest evenings when the apartment goes quiet, the lights disappear, and the city seems to pause it’s not tea or a blanket that keeps me warm.

It’s the thought thatyou exist somewhere
The one reading this right now
The one who understands how important it is to not feel alone

I keep creating, smiling, dreaming up new ideas because I know someone is waiting
Someone feels me, even through a screen
And somehow… that makes everything a little warmer

Support doesn’t always look like something big
Sometimes it’s just a small sign that changes the whole night

If you’ve ever caught yourself thinking
(Im glad she’s smiling)
then this story was about you 🤍