you’re not loud, not showy— but there’s a gravity to how you stay. a kind of quiet that doesn’t feel like absence, but like presence with intention. you are where the noise ends and gentleness begins. you don’t ask for anything loud, and yet somehow, you hold everything steady. some things don’t need explaining.
they just are.
like you.
like this.
like us.
like . . . you always have been, Lee Jeno.