RARE AND BEAUTIFUL

Sometimes, we all wear masks because it’s a lot easier to pretend everything is fine than to explain what's wrong. We force a smile on, laugh at the right moments, and tell everyone we’re okay even when we’re breaking into a thousand pieces inside. You know, It’s a strange kind of loneliness, to be surrounded by people but still feel invisible at your weakest.

But in the middle of all this, if you have someone who looks past the jokes, the casual ‘I’m fine,’ and notices the sadness hiding in your eyes. A person who quietly reaches out, not with questions or heavy words, but with a simple presence that says, “I see you, even when you’re trying not to be seen.”

And honestly,It's beautiful

Because in this world where people often only hear your words but miss your feelings, you're lucky if you have someone who can read the pain behind your smile. They don’t need an explanation. They don’t push you to open up. They just stay. And that’s all we need sometimes. Someone to stay when we don’t have the strength to speak.

These are the people who make life a little easier. They are the ones who remind us that it’s okay to not be okay .

If you have someone like that in your life, even one person, hold onto them. Appreciate them. Because finding someone like that is truly rare.

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