she looked like vanilla ice cream and pink rose petals , the kind of softness the world rarely handles with care.
being near her feels like warmth after a long day ,
like a quiet place where everything that’s heavy fades for a moment . She doesn’t ask for attention , but somehow she holds it anyway-
not in loudness but in the way she makes hearts lighter, smiles longerand the air around her feel like it could hug you back ☹️🦋.
some people don’t just exist , they leave traces of comfort , tiny echoes of gentleness in everything they touch . she is one of them 🦋.