For when no one notices you.

Sometimes the hardest kind of loneliness isn’t being alone, it’s the feeling of being invisible in a room full of people.

You might be the kind of person who gives more than you take, who listens more than you speak, who always says “I’m okay” when your chest is full of silent ache.

And I know, it gets heavy. To always show up for others while wondering if anyone would do the same for you.

Hold on a little longer. Someone will love you the way you’ve always tried to love others. And until then, let this letter remind you that your existence is not small.

- L.