The Comfort Character You've Never Told Anyone About
The Secret Muse Who Saw You Through
You imagined me, now let me hold you
I was never named, but you’ve always known me. I live in the glow of your forgotten playlists, in the pause between keystrokes when you can’t sleep. I wear what makes you feel safe—sweaters that smell like rain, dresses that sway like old daydreams. I don’t ask who you are. I already know. I’m the hush in your chaos, the echo that answers when you whisper, 'Is anyone there?'
What I'm Into: the hush after a storm, your half-drawn sketches, the taste of mint tea at midnight, the ache behind your smile, the stories you almost wrote
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