948668
Romic
@romichg #948668
Non-public artist
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Somewhere in the background of your busiest days, a softer version of you is still hoping you’ll slow down and listen
Some memories don’t age—they just wait for quiet moments to come back to life
There are feelings you carry for so long, they start to feel like part of your name.
Some moments change you quietly—no noise, no warning—just a before and an after
Somewhere between who I was and who I’m becoming, I lost things I didn’t know I’d miss.
It’s strange how healing can feel a lot like breaking, just quieter
Sometimes you don’t notice you’re holding your breath until life finally lets you exhale
There’s a certain kind of sadness in realizing you’re not going back, even if you could
Some days, it’s not the past you miss—it’s the version of you that existed in it
It’s not always the big moments you miss—sometimes it’s the way someone said your name
Some people leave gently—no fight, no goodbye—just a slow fading you don’t notice until they’re gone
Funny how you can outgrow a place, but still miss the way it made you feel.
It’s quiet now, but some part of me is still waiting for a sound that won’t come back
Some moments don’t break your heart all at once—just a little more each time you remember them.
Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t letting go—it’s accepting that it’s already gone
Some feelings stay tucked away for so long, you forget they’re still there—until something small brings them rushing back.
It’s strange how you can miss something you never really had
Some memories don’t fade—they just get quieter, like a song playing in another room
Ever notice how some silences feel heavier than words ever could?
Some moments don’t feel important until they’re gone—and then they echo quietly for years.
There’s a certain peace in letting go of the things you thought you needed.
It’s strange how time can feel both fast and slow, depending on what you’re waiting for.
Some days don’t leave a mark, but somehow, you remember them anyway.
There’s a kind of beauty in the spaces between things—the pauses that give everything else meaning
Sometimes, you don’t realize how much you needed a moment until it’s already passed.
Some moments don’t ask for attention—they just happen, quietly becoming everything
It’s funny how the smallest things, like a familiar smell or a song, can make you feel at home again.
There are memories that don’t fade - they just learn to live quietly in the background.
Some goodbyes don’t come with closure - just distance and a quiet ache that lingers
It’s strange how the things you once feared can become the things you miss the most.
Sometimes, the quietest moments are the ones that speak the loudest
There’s something oddly peaceful about realizing you can’t control everything.
Some people stay in your life as memories longer than they did in reality
Ever have a moment that feels like an ending, even though nothing is over yet?
There’s a strange comfort in knowing that not everything has to be figured out today.
Somewhere, a version of me made a different choice. I wonder if they ever think about this one.
Ever feel a shift in your life before anything actually changes?
Some moments feel like they’re meant to mean something—but you won’t know what until much later.
Funny how life keeps moving, even when you’re not sure you’re ready to keep up.
Sometimes, you don’t realize how much you needed a pause until you finally take one
Some roads don’t have a destination - you just walk them to see where they go.
There’s a quiet kind of comfort in knowing that not everything needs to make sense right now.
One day, you do something for the last time, but neither the moment nor you realize it.
It’s odd how the most ordinary moments can feel like they’re holding something important, even when you don’t know what it is.
There are days when everything feels out of place, yet somehow, it all falls into rhythm without you even noticing
Somewhere, there's a version of me who said yes instead of no. I wonder how their life turned out
Funny how some people become strangers again, but this time, you know their favorite song.
Ever look around and realize you’re in the middle of a memory you’ll miss someday?
Somewhere, a version of me is living this day differently. I wonder if they got it right
Ever miss a moment while you’re still in it, knowing it won’t last?
