π We hide tears like secrets.Tucked behind sunglasses,smiled over in voice notes,washed off with cold water and mascara that almost didnβt run.Not because weβre ashamed βbut because not everyone deserves to witness the softness it took years to grow.We cry quietly.Heal loudly.And walk out looking so put-together, theyβd never guess what tried to break us last night.This isnβt weakness.This is grace βin heels, in silence,with eyes that have seen too muchand still sparkle anyway.ποΈβπ¨οΈπβ¨