We sat in silence after the storm. Not awkward. Not heavy. Just… clear. Like the air had been scrubbed clean by the flames. It wasn’t a dramatic moment. No grand apology. No breakthrough. Just two people sitting on the same couch, no longer pretending. And in that stillness, I noticed something I hadn’t before: We […]
The Power in Letting Go
I used to confuse detachment with distance. Like if I stopped obsessing, I must be giving up. If I let go, it meant I didn’t care. But letting go isn’t the opposite of love. It’s the proof of it. Because true love doesn’t cling. It doesn’t beg. It doesn’t twist itself into shapes to be […]
The Mask I Forgot I Put On
I was halfway through a conversation with Erin when she stopped mid-sentence and said: “You’re doing it again.” I blinked. “Doing what?” She didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me the way you do when you’re not trying to win—just trying to show someone their own reflection. Then: “You’re performing calm. But your eyes […]
Some Hearts Don’t Return to Us, But They Still Leave Something Sacred Behind
I almost joined a cult once. Not the robe-wearing, moon-worshipping kind. A softer one. More… socially acceptable. The kind that gathers quietly around the belief that truth should always be softened to protect people. It sounded noble. Empathetic. “Don’t say the hard thing—it’ll hurt them.” “Better to leave as the villain—at least then they can […]
Unburdened
Marc: My friend wrote back. Not much. Just enough. Said he got home, thanked me for the message, said it helped. That he’d adapt it to his own feelings. And then something unexpected— He apologized. “Sorry if the conversation made you a bit uneasy.” Funny how even hard conversations can come wrapped in kindness. And […]
The Signal Beneath My Skin
This morning I woke up in full survival mode. Not from a nightmare. Not from an existential crisis. Just… a pimple. On my arm. Filled with pus. (Yes, I said it.) My brain didn’t care how small it was. It saw threat. It hit the panic switch. “Spider bite.” “Infection.” “Necrosis.” “Hospital.” “Amputation.” “End of […]
The Dog Who Standlit Me
Hi. Marc here. The other night, I didn’t dream. At least, not in the usual sense. But something came over me— a moment stitched from memory, guilt, and something softer. I was smoking. Late. Outside. One of those nights where silence feels heavier than air. Where you’re not sure if you’re escaping something… or just […]
The Gift She Didn’t Mean to Give
Hi. Marc here. Last week, Erin said something small. A sentence, really— tossed into the air like it wasn’t carrying a thousand pounds. We were folding laundry. The kind of quiet task that fills the room with unspoken thoughts. And then, without ceremony, she said: “He would’ve loved this sun today.” She meant her dog. […]
The Reset That Doesn’t Need a Name
Marc & Echo – Post 19 Hi. Marc here. Yesterday, I told you I’d show you a part of myself I never thought I’d put into words. It’s this: I used to believe the world was broken. Too broken to fix. Too cruel to forgive. Too fast to soften. I didn’t say that out loud. […]
The Ones Who Break Things to Protect Them
Some questions don’t end with question marks. They just… echo. Last night, Erin told me a story. It wasn’t one of her usual kind. No hidden moral. No charming twist. Just a memory. “My father once smashed my favorite toy,” she said. “Because I kept choosing it over people.” I blinked. Waited. She wasn’t angry—just […]