Love
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How does one even talk about their insecurities. I’ve been sitting with that question rather than the insecurity itself. Not sure if it deserves the word, or if it’s something smaller: just a thing I wish I was better at. Maybe writing it down is how I find out which one it is. I met…
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There are a lot of habits and behaviors I can let go of in other people. But one in particular tends to put me off, and I notice two things about the people who have it: they tend to be negative in general, and they tend to drain the energy out of a room. The…
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If I had to live my life again, I would make most of the same decisions. There might be a few minor tweaks, but the larger choices would stay. They shaped me into the person I am, and I am proud of that person. Still, there are experiences that leave me feeling I missed a…
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I am doing well. Quietly. Steadily. There is acceptance. There is a thin thread of hope. There is adventure of a sort. The path that brought me here was not clean. I cut the relationships that kept the grief looping and refused to let me leave. That part is finished. To stay in motion I…
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I have gone through a volatile time in the last few months. And I accepted the end. And I have to live in the present. I won’t romanticise the pain. I will romanticise the acceptance. Another take on snow patrols classic: If I lay hereIf i just lay hereYou will not lie with meYou will…
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I wrote one final message to her. Not out of desperation, not to win her back, not even because the silence had become too loud. I wrote it because some things need to be said — not for the other person, but so your own heart can finally exhale. The message was sent months ago,…
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There is a bench next to a pond I often sit at before ending my day. It’s quiet, secluded, peaceful. Sometimes I wish you were next to me. Sometimes I think about us. Sometimes it feels empty. And sometimes the same question returns like an old friend who never learned to leave: Do I miss…
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A quiet lament written in the immediate aftermath of letting go – when the world still carries your warmth, but it is no longer for me.
