𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖗

I have always been a nostalgic person. The kind who cling to old songs, saved texts, and memories that seem too small to matter, yet mean everything. It's in the way a song from years ago can take me back to a bus ride with friends, or how a random scent can bring back the comfort of home. Being nostalgic means holding on tightly. Not to the past itself, but to the feelings it gave: the laughter, the innocence, the safety of moments that once felt endless. In the end, being nostalgic just means loving deeply: people, places, moments. Enough to carry them with you, always.

“You know how every once in a while you do something and the little voice inside says ‘There. That’s it. That’s why you’re here’ … and you get a warm glow in your heart because you know it’s true? Do more of that.”

“You hear but are you listening? You exist but are you living? You look but do you see?”

“The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.”