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Old School Love in a Modern Mess
I grew up seeing a different kind of love —Grandma and Grandpa choosing each otherin every season,arms that stayed,hands that didn’t let gowhen things got heavy.They taught me what it meansto guard a heartbecause it’s precious,not because it’s unprotected.And maybe that’s why I walk aroundfeeling like I was born in the wrong era —like my… Continue reading
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Could You Choose Me
I don’t want to be noble about this.I don’t want to pretend I’m above itor healedor graceful in my wanting.I want you.In the way that makes my chest hurtwhen your name lights up my phone.In the way that makes me replayevery almost-look, every pause,every moment I thought—this is it; this is where you choose me.My… Continue reading
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A Letter You’ll Probably Never Read
Dear you, I still catch myself looking for your truckwhen I drive past the park,hoping you’re out there—breathing, moving, doing something that feels like yours again. When I’m in a crowded store,my eyes wander without permission,searching faces that aren’t you,still hoping for just a secondwhere the world surprises me. At night, when everything finally slows… Continue reading
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The Quiet Ache of Wanting
He walked in, looking amazing, and I felt myself light up under his gaze.But as I replay each moment, I wonder – did I lose sight of who I am?What started out as simple exchanges became months of blurred boundaries.He never spoke of her, and I never asked, but was that my own denial?When I… Continue reading
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The Goodbye You Didn’t Say
I want to hate you for what you did but every time I reach for anger my hands close on nothing. No reason. No clean edge sharp enough to cut you out. I wasn’t looking to catch feelings for you, I was steady, guarded, keeping my heart quiet. And then you walked in looking like… Continue reading
Quiet Hour 