"She said there were only a few seats in her life—limited space for people to truly matter. But when you look closer, so many of those chairs remain empty. It’s not that she doesn’t want connection; it’s that she yearns deeply for it, even if she doesn’t show it. She hopes, silently, that someone will choose to stay. Her heart is full of chairs, waiting." "We often claim to have limited seats in our lives, as if the heart were a room with fixed capacity. But the truth reveals itself in silence—empty chairs quietly waiting. It's not scarcity that defines our solitude, but the silent hope that someone will choose to sit and stay. We guard our space, not out of pride, but out of fear that those we let in will only pass through."