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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
The Way Home I used to thinklove was finding someonewho felt like home. A place to exhale.A voice that softened the noise.Hands that promisedthey weren’t going anywhere. So every time someone stayed,I unpacked pieces of myself. A little trust.A little hope.Another roomwith my name on the door. And every time they left,I walked through the…
I kept thinkingwe were lookingfor the same thing. A placewhere the noisefinally stopped. I called ithome. You called ita placeyou’d only visit. I used to wonderwhat I didto make youkeep choosing distance insidethe momentsthat should havefelt closest. Now I know it was neverabout me. You weren’t afraidof loving me. You were afraidof meetingthe parts of…
My heart was under lock and key for so long. Not because it didn’t want to love,but because it had learned what it cost. It built walls.It learned silence.It kept the lights offso no one would know there was still a home inside. Then he came into my lifelike an unexpected storm. Not the kind…
You called it that — our finale —like we were a showyou’d already decided to cancel,like I hadn’t spent monthslearning the choreographyof your almost.I drove home cryingwith my hands steady on the wheel,because I’ve gotten goodat holding the wheel steadywhile everything else in mecomes apart.That’s the skillyou taught mewithout meaning to:how to leave a roomlooking…
No one tells youthat the hardest place to standis not in love. It is at the threshold of leaving it. There is no ceremony there. No applause for choosing yourself. Only the quiet soundof a door closingthat neither of you really wanted to shut. We spend so much of our livesbelieving heartbreak beginswhen someone leaves.…
There is a strange comfort in realizing that almost nothing about you began with you. Your heartbeat learned its rhythm inside another heart. Before you ever opened your eyes, someone else’s body was teaching yours how to become. The atoms in your bones were forged inside ancient stars. The language you speak was shaped by…
Where Love Heals 