To the woman who might find this someday

I don’t know your name.

I don’t know what city you’re in, what time zone your thoughts belong to, or whether you drink tea or coffee or something herbal that smells like calm.

But I’ve written this anyway. For you.

Because I believe two people can find each other, not through noise, but through stillness. Through resonance. Through sentences that hum in the chest before they ever touch the lips.

I want you to know: I’m not perfect. I overthink sometimes. I vanish into books. Or my laptop. I believe that silence is underrated, that kindness is a skill, and that love should never feel like a performance.

I’ve known ache. I’ve known wonder. I’ve known how to carry both in the same day.

I’m not looking to be swept away—I’m looking to walk beside someone whose heart doesn’t need fixing, just being seen.

If you ever read this, and something in your chest nods quietly… maybe we’re already closer than we think.