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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
I woke up wanting youbefore I was even fully awake— like my body hadn’t been toldwe don’t do that anymore. I almost asked about your day. Almost typed it. Almost folded. Because caring about younever felt like a question to me. It felt like instinct. And that’s the part I’m learning to sit with—that I can…
I didn’t plan to miss you today—it just happenedsomewhere between a songand the road I can’t avoid. One minuteI was okayeven gratefuldancing at red lightslike nothing had changed. And then— there you were. Not in front of me,but everywhere else. Your voiceyour laughthe way you touched melike it meant something. And I can’t understandhow it…
I rememberhow easily you livedinside my thoughts the sound of your voicelingeringlong after we stopped talking the way your smilemade something in mesoften like I could returnto a version of myselfthat still believedin magic and I let it happen I let myself feel it fullywithout hesitation like love was somethingI could finally hold but somewherebetween…
TodayI didn’t go back. It doesn’t sound like much—no grand moment,no loud goodbye— just a quiet decisionI made with myselfthis morning. One step. Away from the placethat kept hurting me. Away from the version of methat kept hopingyou would choose meif I just stayed long enough. I felt it, though. The pull.The habit.The echo of…
Grief is funny in the way the ocean is funny—how it leaves the shore quietonly to come rushing back without warning. One momentI am laughing on the porch,sunlight on my shoulders,sending messages about tomorrow,about new places,about hope. Then a memoryslips through the airfor only a second—and suddenlythe tide returns. The room feels hollow.The bandage is…
I’m fightinga quiet war between the thoughtsin my head and what isactually in front of me and somewherein between I get lost because everythingfeels blurred like I’m tryingto hold onto something that keeps changing shape and I don’t know what is real anymore what was saidwhat was meantwhat I feltwhat was true it all tangles…
