healing through love

  • Another Life, Maybe

    There’s a kind of connection that doesn’t need to be spoken to be understood. Yours lives in the way I feel when you’re near me. I don’t know how to explain it clearly, but I notice things I don’t notice… Continue reading

    Another Life, Maybe
  • 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

    He Wasn’t Safe. He Was Real