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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
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…
As I sit here thinking about you… the sound of your voice, the softness of your lips, that beautiful smile that somehow turns me into a giddy thirteen-year-old girl all over again… I can’t stop smiling. You take my breath away. My mind replays every conversation we’ve had over and over again. My heart is…
At twenty-three,four strangers stole something from methat was never theirs to take. Not my body—that healed. Not my heart—that kept beating. But my reflection. For years,I looked into mirrorsand saw what other people had named me: Broken.Damaged.Ruined. I carried those wordslike stones in my pockets,heavy enough to drown in,small enough to hide. I learned to…
The universe is not a place of endings. It is a place of continuance. Stars spend millions of yearsteaching darkness how to glow. The sun crosses the sky every day,never asking for praise,never growing tired of becoming morning. And the earth,faithful as a heartbeat,keeps turning toward the light. There is something comforting in that. A…
