A quiet kind of magic

There’s a certain calm that comes when you stop trying to be understood and simply are. Maybe that’s when the real magic begins — in the quiet moments, when the world slows down and you finally hear your own heartbeat. I like the evenings filled with soft light, half-forgotten music, and thoughts that make you smile without a reason. It’s strange how sometimes you can feel close to someone you haven’t even met yet, as if the universe whispers that connection is on its way. Maybe it’s not about searching, but about being ready when it finds you.