I’m 23, and sometimes it feels like I’ve just been quietly watching everyone else find someone while I’m still here… waiting.
I’m not loud or easy to open up. I take my time, I feel deeply, and maybe that makes me a little harder to notice. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want something real.
I don’t crave anything big—just the small things. Holding hands, asking about each other’s day, talking about random stuff, sharing moments that actually mean something 🤍
It’s just… strange how something so simple feels so far away.
I don’t know if I’m late, or just different.
But I hope someday, it finds me too.