Will You Save a Seat for Me?
even in my silence, you are not forgotten.
Human Connection
Real stories and reflections about love, friendship, and what it means to truly connect as humans.
Defined By Love
I want to be remembered for my love.
A Love That Lives Beyond Time
If love could be held in hands, I would have gathered it in my palms, cupped like water, so you could drink from it and know—truly know—how deeply you are loved.
A Love Like Spring
Because love, real love, is like spring. It returns. It renews. It stays.
March 16
365/365
A Love That Stayed
And in that moment, before our eyes ever met, I fell in love.
I Want To Sleep
He Healed Me
To Lost Friends
A Man Not A Boy
I want a man.
Childhood Healing
Even at 50, I'd Still Want My Mum
I will always want my mum.
A Quiet Kind of Love
in the silences, in the way I remember you when you are not around.
The Future I Am Building, Far Away and Full of Love
To Write and Heal, Always.
I Am the Kind of Tired Sleep Can’t Fix
More Than Skin
Skin to skin, breath to breath—so close, I forget where I end and you begin.
I Lied.
I lied—I'm not tough; my heart races in public, I feel alone even in a crowd, and when I'm hurt, I pull away from everyone, even the ones who love me most.
The Last Time I Fall in Love
I don’t believe in many things the way I believe in you.
Suspect: The Love That Feels Like Coming Home
The Love That Feels Like Coming Home
The Light You Gave Me
I still remember the way I smiled when I first met you, and how, from that moment on, you became my safest place.
Dirty Mind, Angel Eyes
I look like a poem; soft, quiet, made of light. But inside me, there are storms, there are wildfires, there are thoughts that would make the stars blush.
Me, You, and Some Sunsets
There are moments when the world quiets, when everything stills, and I can almost hear my own heartbeat as if it were a song written in a language only you and I understand. I don’t know if it's the way the air feels at dusk, heavy with longing, or the way the sky sighs into itself, spilling colors so soft, they feel like whispers. But in these moments, I think of you.
Pasta, Wine, and Kisses
Always you.
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