real love
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Why I Always Kept One Foot Out the Door
He asked why I always seemed half-in. Why I’d smile with my whole face but hold something back with my body. Why I wouldn’t let him pick me up from the airport or leave a toothbrush at his place. He… Continue reading
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Give Me Ground, Not Fireworks
I crave safety the way some people chase thrill. I’m not looking to be swept off my feet. I’m looking for ground that won’t disappear beneath me. The kind of peace that doesn’t feel like a pause before the next… 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
Light Calls To Light 