Glow of Light
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He Had the Key. He Just Never Used It
There’s a softness in me he’ll never meet again. Not because it’s gone, not because I’m bitter, but because it was offered once – fully, freely, without hesitation – and he stood in front of it like it was something… Continue reading
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He Wasn’t Safe. He Was Real
If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t want him. I wouldn’t be drawn to the way he made comfort feel counterfeit. He wasn’t smooth. He wasn’t simple. He showed up like a question I couldn’t answer, a feeling I couldn’t name.… Continue reading
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Everything We Didn’t Say Out Loud
We were just friends. That’s what we kept saying. Like repeating it out loud would make it true. Like the word just could somehow erase the tension in the room when we sat too close, or the way his voice… Continue reading
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This Is How Soft People Protect Themselves
I learned how to pull back without looking like I was retreating. A small shift in energy, a lighter tone, a well-timed smile that says everything’s fine even when I’m already halfway out the door emotionally. It’s subtle. You wouldn’t… Continue reading
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She Unfolds Where She’s Held, Not Watched
There’s a version of me that only comes out when I feel safe. She’s softer. Quieter. Laughs without scanning the room. Speaks without second-guessing. She doesn’t measure her words or shrink her feelings to fit someone else’s comfort. She doesn’t… Continue reading
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Slowness Is How I Know I’m Safe
I don’t play hard to get. That’s never been my game. I don’t need to be chased or proven right. I just move slowly where I’ve learned to be cautious. When you’ve handed your heart to people who held it… Continue reading
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Too Much for the Wrong Hands
He kept calling me complicated, like it was a flaw I hadn’t yet apologized for. He said it in that tone people use when they’re tired but won’t admit they’re out of depth. The thing is, I’ve been called complicated… Continue reading
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The Vows We Don’t Talk About
No one really talks about what happens after the vows. After the dress is packed away, the champagne glasses are cleared, the photos are posted. We’re sold this picture – glowing rings, perfect captions, the dream of finally being chosen.… Continue reading
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The Softest Revenge Is Becoming Untouchable
He always made sure I knew I didn’t belong. Every dinner with his friends was a reminder. Every joke that landed at my family’s expense, every time he corrected how I spoke or looked at me sideways when I mentioned… Continue reading
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A Version of Me He’ll Never Touch Again
She used to cry in silence, then wipe her face before anyone saw. Now she doesn’t need to hide. The tears taught her things no comfort ever could. She learned how to grieve without breaking, how to burn without turning… Continue reading
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Mercy, Even When You Could Burn It All Down
I remember the rage. How it sat in the corners of the room after he mocked the way my father spoke. How it built in my chest every time he introduced me to his colleagues with that tone that made… Continue reading
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When the Goalpost Keeps Moving
I didn’t recognize it as abuse at first. There were no bruises, no screaming matches, nothing you could point to and say, this is what’s wrong. What there was, instead, was me – exhausted, constantly second-guessing myself, walking on eggshells… Continue reading
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Parenting Through the Pain You Inherited
My father has never talked about what happened to him. Not really. We grew up knowing something was broken but not allowed to name it. The silence around his pain was louder than anything he ever said. It shaped our… Continue reading
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When Power Turns Predatory: The Pamela Bondi Ethics Scandal
Pamela Bondi didn’t walk into the Department of Justice to uphold the rule of law. She walked in with a wrecking ball. And the complaint filed on June fifth makes one thing brutally clear – she’s not just swinging it.… Continue reading
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No One Told Me I Could Let Go
It took me years to realize the weight I carried didn’t belong to me. I was just a child trying to hold the cracks together with silence and obedience, hoping love would come if I could make everything feel okay.… Continue reading
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Senator or Not, They’ll Muzzle You Anyway
You can stop pretending now. This isn’t about public safety. It’s not about protocol. And it sure as hell isn’t about respect for law and order. What happened today in Los Angeles was raw, unfiltered authoritarianism – broadcast live. Senator… Continue reading
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Affirmations for the Ones Still Learning Peace
Read & Repeat: I am allowed to feel safe now. Even if I never knew what that meant growing up. I do not have to earn love by shrinking. I am worthy exactly as I am. It’s okay if peace… Continue reading
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This Thing Between Us
You say it’s easy between us. And it is. Every moment feels natural, every silence feels safe, every glance feels like a conversation we don’t need to translate. There’s no effort, no pretending, no weight in the air we can’t… Continue reading
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Where Feeling Meets Restraint
I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t go looking for it. But feelings don’t wait for permission, and they don’t follow rules. You were supposed to be safe. Not in the emotional way – safe in the untouchable,… Continue reading
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What We Don’t Say Still Hurts
There’s comfort in this almost-thing between us. The way we orbit each other just close enough to feel the warmth, but never enough to burn. It lives in quiet moments – the pause before goodbye, the messages that never quite… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 