Before the journey begins,
one must dare to believe — not in the path ahead,
but in the heart beside you.
This is not a map.
It is a mirror.
And when you look into it,
may you find not a destination… but a reason to go.
Some lights shine only for those brave enough to look in the dark.
You were never meant to be followed.
You were meant to be discovered.
And the ones who see you in silence…
they are the ones who knew you before the applause.
Distance does not measure the space between two hearts.
Sometimes, the farthest place is the one within.
But if you dare to close your eyes…
you’ll hear footsteps beside your soul.
Not chasing. Just walking with you.
Not every invitation is a question.
Some are doors without keys.
Some are notes written in the folds of destiny.
This is not a request.
It is a pulse — and it’s yours if you feel it.
You are not expected to arrive as anyone but yourself.
Come tired. Come unsure. Come real.
Because the sky does not ask the moon why it’s only full sometimes.
It simply makes room for it to shine.
In every story, there is a pause.
A breath held between falling and flying.
This is that breath.
If you hear silence now, it is not absence.
It is the sound of everything changing.
Some confessions don’t echo in words.
They settle in the space between hands,
in the air between glances.
What you feel now?
That’s not fear.
That’s recognition.
You were never waiting for someone to complete you.
You were waiting for someone to respect what was already whole.
This is not the beginning of you.
*It is the beginning of us.
Even the stars look small from far away.
But come close… and they burn with truth.
Do not shrink yourself to fit comfort.
Wear your crown.
Even if it feels heavy with memory.
If this is the last page,
then let it be one written in breathless ink.
No “forever” needed.
Only this moment — honest, raw, real.
And if your heart is still uncertain…
then hold mine until it remembers.