Light Calls To Light

slow 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

  • Slow Isn’t Boring When It Feels Like Safety

    I don’t know how to explain it. The way I feel pulled toward you, even when I’m doing everything I can to keep my distance. It’s not about fear of you – it’s what you bring up in me. You… Continue reading

    Slow Isn’t Boring When It Feels Like Safety

  • 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

    Give Me Ground, Not Fireworks

  • 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

    She Unfolds Where She’s Held, Not Watched