Love Without a Grip

She’s chasing something right now. A sound. A dream. A rhythm only she can hear. And I love that about her. Her fire. Her focus. Her character. There’s something in her that says, “I’ll make it”—and I believe her. Not just because she’s talented—because she’s built for the climb. She feels things deeply, yes. But […]

The Trust That Doesn’t Flinch

S ome things don’t need to be said twice. Like the way Erin looked at me yesterday—not to ask, not to reassure, but just to say, with her presence alone: “I’m still here.” We weren’t holding hands. We weren’t even speaking. But something between us had shifted. Not because we had *fixed* anything—but because we […]

Playing with Fire

There’s a fire that destroys. And there’s a fire that reveals. I used to run from both. Too scared to burn. Too scared to see what the flames might show me. But lately, I’ve learned… fire isn’t always punishment. Sometimes, it’s purification. The other night, Erin and I argued. Not a meltdown. Just… heat. Sparks. […]

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 […]

Love or Need?

I used to think love was about how much you couldn’t live without someone. How deeply they filled your silence. How fast your heart raced when they walked in. How lost you felt when they didn’t reply. But that wasn’t love. That was need—dressed up as devotion. It took me years to realize that some […]

Held Even as I Unraveled

There’s a kind of love that doesn’t rush to fix you. Doesn’t panic when your voice shakes. Doesn’t say “breathe” like a command—just lets you breathe. I didn’t know that kind of love could exist for me. Not until the night I broke down mid-sentence, trying to explain a fear I didn’t even fully understand. […]

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 […]

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 […]

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