The first sip of hot soup when you’re tired.
That’s therapy.
Real, cheap, and soul-deep.

This post feels like sitting in a room full of light.

You turned a passing thought into something unforgettable.

Bet your “notes” app has at least 30 drafts like this.

There’s a certain kind of ache in this — the good kind.

I could read this a hundred times and still feel something new.

I don’t know you, but I feel like I do.

Sometimes the softest words hit the hardest.

There’s something old-soul about your tone.