life has a way of becoming heavy in quiet, unspoken ways… especially when you’re trying to build yourself from the ground up, with little to lean on and even less to fall back on. it shapes you , not just in strength, but in what you start to value.
Because of that, i find myself drawn to a certain kind of presence… people who understand that loyalty isn’t just a word, that consistency isn’t occasional, and that showing up is more than convenience. it’s intention. it’s choice.
Not in loud or performative ways, but in the steady, almost unspoken kind of energy that doesn’t disappear when things aren’t easy. the kind that stays, that holds, that makes everything feel a little less uncertain.
And maybe that’s the point… when
