Tessa ReneeWhispers carry weight. They’re secrets with wings, floating just far enough to reach your ear and no one else’s. In the dark, my voice softens into something I don’t let anyone else hear. Those words aren’t for the world. They’re for you.
Maybe it’s a confession. Maybe it’s an “I love you” I’m not ready to announce out loud. Maybe it’s the kind of thought that sounds silly in daylight but feels sacred at 2 a.m. Whatever it is, whispered words are different. They’re not rehearsed. They’re not dressed up. They’re honest because they’re fragile.
And the truth is, if I’m whispering it to you, it means you’ve earned a part of me I don’t hand out easily.
Final Word: Whispered words are the ones closest to the heart.
Disclaimer: This is vulnerability, not instruction. Don’t force whispers where they don’t belong.
Tessa Renee
