🎨 Hello, dear artists!
She smiled like someone who had learned how to smile through silence. It wasn’t forced—but it wasn’t whole, either.
People often told her how beautiful she looked, how bright her eyes were. They never asked what memories lived behind them.
There had been laughter once, louder than this, and dreams that hadn’t yet frayed at the edges.
Now, she wore grace like a soft perfume—present, but fading.
She didn’t regret much. Only the things she never said, and the hands she let go too soon.
Still, she smiled. Sometimes that’s how you carry what can’t be spoken.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
