@moketa
They say the quiet ones are the ones holding the most noise inside. I used to think my sister was just shy, reserved, the type who listened more than she spoke. Turns out she’s been writing letters to strangers her whole life — letters she never sends. Found one addressed to a man she’s never met, thanking him for the way he smiled at her once in a coffee shop, the way it pulled her out of a day that felt too heavy to carry. I never knew. And now I wonder how many of us walk around unknowingly saving each other.