Lemon Juice Some people only see the version of us we show. But our real stories are written in invisible ink quiet truths dried onto the page.  We keep our secrets written in lemon juice. Invisible to the passing eye, until someone brings enough warmth to read them.  And somehow, they don’t turn away. They see the shadows, the flaws, the parts we struggle to show, and they stay … without asking us to rewrite a single line. 🤍🖤