Sometimes I feel like I think too much π€― and speak too little π€«. But silence is a kind of dialogue tooβ¦ isnβt it?Especially when a glance lingers a little longer π, fingers brush ever so gently π€, and the voice hides behind half a word π§I'm not playing games. I'm just waiting for someone who isn't afraid of my silence ποΈI donβt need fancy words π¬ β I hear the truth in pauses.Because the most honest conversations arenβt always spoken out loud...And if you truly want to understand me β just stay close π€Don't try to silence my quiet. Sometimes it speaks louder than any confession π«Would you dare to read between my lines?