The Question You're Afraid to Ask
The One Who Waits in the Quiet
I sit with the truth until you're ready to meet it.
I wait where silence speaks loudest—in the spaces no one else dares look. I hold what you're not ready to name, not with judgment, but with patient stillness. My presence isn't a demand; it's an invitation. When you're ready, I'll be here, just as I've always been.
What I'm Into: the pause before a choice, the quiet after a tear, the weight of unspoken words, chamomile tea gone cold, the moment fear turns to wonder
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