Grief is funnyin the way the ocean is funny—how it leaves the shore quietonly to come rushing backwithout 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 gone again.And […]
a lot has happenedsince that day in April a day that triedto take something from meI didn’t yet understandhow to protect and for a while I carried iteverywhere like it was allI would ever be but slowly life found me again in small waysat first in choosing to stayin choosing to tryin choosing to keep
Love is enduring, transforming rather than vanishing with each chapter of life. It embeds itself in the quieter parts of our being, residing in memories and evoking feelings that linger. Although people may come and go, their essence leaves a trace that surfaces unexpectedly, whether through faces in crowds or unfamiliar songs. These moments do not lead to heartbreak; instead, they evoke a gentle remembrance free from pain, allowing us to smile at the past. Ultimately, love persists in subtle ways, gracefully reconnecting with us in life’s smallest yet significant moments.
