I content on my own

 I’m honestly really content on my own. I love slow evenings, just sitting with random music playing in the background, letting the day wind down at its own pace. I enjoy eating alone at my favorite spots, taking my time, no rush. Long showers, quiet nights—there’s a kind of peace in that.

But sometimes, especially late at night, there’s this little ache. Not because I’m lonely, but because I wonder what it would be like to have someone to share it all with. Like, just talking about random stuff—how my day was, something funny I saw, or how pretty the sky looked. A hand to hold, no reason needed. A sleepy goodnight call, a shared laugh over something dumb, walking home together in comfortable silence.

I’m happy, really. But sometimes, I think it’d be even sweeter to share that happiness with someone who gets it.