There are objects in my life that have outlived the relationship they came from. Not because I forgot to throw them away. Not because I am holding on. They simply remained. A sweater hanging among my clothes. A leather jacket folded neatly in a cabinet. A bookmark resting between pages I have long since reread.... Continue Reading →
I think one of the quietest forms of love in adulthood is sending someone a meme you know will make them laugh. Not grand gestures. Not dramatic declarations. Just a badly cropped image at 02:00 AM with the message “This reminded me of you.” And somehow, that means “I carried you in my thoughts today.”... Continue Reading →
I used to think starting over was something people did in their twenties. Back then, reinvention looked cinematic in my head. A new city. A dramatic goodbye. A montage set to hopeful music. Something decisive enough to divide a life cleanly into before and after. But real beginnings, I’ve learned, are much quieter than that.... Continue Reading →
There is a quiet kind of strength in no longer needing your life to hurt in order for it to feel meaningful. And maybe adulthood, at its gentlest form, is simply this: Learning that peace is not emptiness. It is safety. It is enoughness. It is finally being able to sit in a quiet room without feeling the need to destroy yourself just to hear something louder.
I used to think pain was the only honest thing I could write about. Heartbreak made everything louder. Songs sounded deeper. Nights felt longer. Even silence had weight to it. There was always something to bleed onto paper—someone to miss, something to regret, some version of myself standing in the ruins of almost. And maybe... Continue Reading →
I remember the way we laughed in kitchens,how the coffee always tasted warmer with you near.Those days sit folded in my memorylike letters I no longer send, but never tear. I’ve swept the corners of my heartwhere your echoes used to stay,not to erase you, never that,but to make room for my own day. We... Continue Reading →
You left, and for a whilemy sky forgot how to arrange its stars—not shattered, not ending,just unlearning your orbit. There was a night that lingered too long,where even constellations felt like memory,and I, small beneath them,mistook darkness for permanence. But even night obeys a deeper law—Eos still rises, no matter how longNyx holds the horizon... Continue Reading →
You are everywherethe color yellow decides to stay. Not in grand places—not in the cathedral light of stained glassor the pages of old love letters— but in the small, forgettable cornerswhere the world does not expect memory. Morning begins with you. The sunrise arrives quietlythrough the blinds,spilling that thin yellowacross the floorboards. It spreads the... Continue Reading →
You left the way autumn leaves the trees—not in anger, not in haste,but in a quiet surrenderto the gravity of your own season. I watched you drift from my sky,a star deciding at lastto follow its own orbit,beyond the pull of my small constellation. I wanted to ask the heavensto tilt the night a little... Continue Reading →
I look at you, and I sigh.My heart is a whirlpool of emotions;my brain, an abyss of thoughts.So many things to ask you,so many things to say.I practice the words,the clearest way possible,sharp like an arrow,loud like thunder.I line up my thoughts,one after the other:like steps of a staircase,escalating yet constant;like waves of the oceans,pulsing... Continue Reading →
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