I find myself between pages, where the noise of the world fades and my soul speaks freely. In books, I discover lives I've never lived, truths I've always know and parts of myself no one ever asks about. Every page feels like coming home-a quiet place where solitude, imagination, and my heart belongs𖹭 In reality, I'm single-by choice, not by longing. I do not chase love, nor do I feel desperate for it. But in the quiet world of fiction, my heart leans into it. I crave the love I read; about-the way women are cherished with patience, devotion, and quiet certainty. A love that is soft yet unwavering, slow yet intentional, where respect is instinctive and care is effortless. A love that lives in words, where souls meet without confusion and hearts are never careless🦢✨🤍