Inspiration : Thoughts

There’s something sacred in the quiet. Something twistedly tender about knowing that we are both carrying the same memories, unspoken and untouched, like a weird little time capsule we buried and agreed never to dig up. That is real intimacy. Not a soft launch. Not a photo dump. Just shared silence, heavy as hell.

the intimacy of never talking again

It’s like we’ve created a bond that’s stronger than any text, any voice note, any smile. It’s the bond of absence. Of not knowing but still feeling. And maybe that’s the purest form of connection there is. So I’ll leave it there. Silent, but somehow, still intimate. 