Solo But Not Empty

Sometimes life feels heavier simply because you're carrying it alone.

You show up for yourself every day. You chase the dreams, you clean up the messes, you pick up the broken pieces — all on your own. And you’ve gotten good at it, too. You’ve learned to be the friend, the motivator, the support system you often wished you had. Most days, you convince yourself that this is enough. That this is strength. And it is.

But there are quieter days. Days when you wish there was someone who just knew — someone you didn’t have to explain yourself to. Someone you could call just because you feel like driving around with no destination. Someone who would say, “Where to?” without hesitation, without judgment. Someone who would show up for the food trips, the coffee runs, the silent road trips where the conversation isn’t needed because the company alone is enough.

Not because you’re lost, not because you’re broken, but because life is lighter when you don’t have to carry it all alone.

You don’t want a rescuer. You’re not waiting for a savior. You’ve built your own life, your own peace, your own small joys. You know how to survive, how to heal yourself, how to get up again and again. But even the strongest people get tired of clapping for themselves sometimes. Even the most independent souls crave a hand to hold when the nights get a little too quiet.

It’s a strange, bittersweet thing — being strong enough to walk alone, but still wishing there was someone who would choose to walk beside you.

Maybe one day, someone will take the passenger seat. Someone who won’t make you feel like you have to earn their loyalty, or apologize for needing them. Someone who will simply be there — no conditions, no questions, just presence.

But until then, it’s just you — and the life you’re building, one step at a time, one lonely but brave mile at a time.

And that’s still a story worth telling.

au revoir. 😊