It was late. City lights flickered. The kind of night where even silence feels like music. We were on the rooftop. Just the two of us. No wine. No playlist. No pretense. Just sky. She said something then. I don’t remember the exact words. But I remember the feeling: “I know you love me. But […]
The Language Between Her Silences
There are words she never says. But I’ve learned to hear them anyway. Not because I’m psychic. Not because she sends signs. But because presence has a language—and I’m finally learning to speak it. When Erin gets quiet, it’s not distance. It’s protection. She’s measuring her words, making sure they land where they won’t be […]