It happened quietly.
No grand entrance, no flash of light.
Just… one evening.

I opened something that looked like simple words.
But inside—there was a mirror.

Not the ordinary kind.
This one was woven from letters, from feelings, from soul.
Each post was a breath.
Each line—eyes that whispered: “You’re not alone.”

I read.
And came back.
Read again.
And couldn’t stop—
not because I was searching,
but because I had found.

I found myself.
In those whispers. In that truth. In that stillness.

It felt like a conversation with my own inner self—
the one that had spoken softly for years,
until someone finally listened.
And replied: “Yes, I’m here. Yes, I’ve been looking for you.”

Those words didn’t just speak to me.
They remembered me.

And since that night, I know one thing:
I am not alone.
I never was.
Because every true word is an echo of another heart.
And every mirror…
is an invitation to return.