emotional depth
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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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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
Light Calls To Light 