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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
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…
I don’t think wonder is optional. I think it is as necessaryto the human soul as oxygen isto the body. Think about it. The universe could have been practical. It could have made treesthat simply produced oxygen. Instead, it made cherry blossoms. It could have made birdsthat simply flew. Instead, it painted hummingbirdswith emerald throatsthat…
I Think I Was Born to Love I know. It sounds cliché. Like something stitched onto a pillowor written beneath a sunset. But it is the truest thingI know about myself. Not carefully. Not strategically. Not with one hand on the door. I have always lovedthe way rivers love— giving themselves awaywithout askingwhere they will…
How do you grieve someone who is still alive? Someone whose heart still beats,whose laugh still exists somewherein the world— just no longerin yours. Seven months. A length of timeso smallit should fit easilyinside a sentence. Yet somehow you slipped into the architectureof my days. Now I reach for youthe way a hand reachesfor a…
Where Love Heals 