✨Someday, when I am gone, I hope someone opens my page and stays awhile. Finds a little of me in the words I could never say aloud, the tenderness I tried to hide, the dreams I kept making room for. Perhaps they will pause at a line and wish we had met, wish there had been a little more time, a chair beside mine, a conversation that lasted past midnight. And gently, as they read on, think, “I would have loved him.” And for a moment, somewhere beyond my lifetime, I will have been let in………