“ALONE, UNTIL THE MOMENT ARRIVES” Until someone arrives who reads your soul as if it were a poem and understands your silence as if it were a song. Someone who accompanies you in your smiles, but does not hesitate to hold your hand on days of tears. Who wants you whole, even when you feel like you're in pieces. Alone, until yesterday, which was just a memory, turns into living poetry. Alone, facing contrary winds and rough seas, until the calm of a hug turns storms into breezes. Until someone appears who not only looks, but sees; who not only listens, but listens. Someone who carries a smile that brightens your days and has the patience to laugh lightly, kiss calmly and love without rushing. Alone, not out of desperation, but out of choice. Because being alone is better than being trapped where your essence is not valued. Alone, until someone arrives who accepts you in your depth and admires every part of who you are – lights and shadows. Without fear of loneliness, because it is not the enemy, but a preparation for something greater. Everything comes to those who wait with an open heart, those who remain true to themselves. Alone, until that someone arrives who makes happiness seem light, real and infinite. Alone, until love stops being a dream and becomes a pulse.