Not everything needs to be seen.
Some things are just… held.
Quietly.
Without explanation.
Without anyone else needing to understand.
You carry them in small ways.
In what you reach for.
In what you keep close.
In the things you don’t feel the need to talk about.
They don’t ask for attention.
They don’t need to be shared.
But they’re there.
A person.
A memory.
A moment that stayed with you.
Something that still shapes how you move through the world, even if no one else would notice it.
It doesn’t make it any less real.
If anything, it makes it more so.
Because it’s yours.
Not something performed.
Not something explained.
Just something you carry and return to, without needing to show it.
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