Letters

To the Love That Never Was

You were almost. A reminder of something that could have been, a hope I mistook for a flame, a story that never made it past the first few chapters.  You were the pause between hello and goodbye, the space between fingers that never fully intertwined, the dream that faded before morning had the chance to arrive.  I thought you were… Continue reading To the Love That Never Was

Letters

To the Girl Who Finally Chose Herself 

Look at you— standing tall in the wreckage of what almost broke you, wearing freedom like a dress that finally fits, walking away from the places where your name was only whispered in convenience.  You, who once bent so far to be loved that you almost forgot how to stand, who poured yourself out until there was nothing left to give, who searched… Continue reading To the Girl Who Finally Chose Herself 

Letters

To the Me Who Loved Too Hard 

I see you— hands open, heart wide, pouring love like a river, giving until your bones felt hollow, until your own reflection looked unfamiliar.  You thought love was sacrifice, that the more you gave, the more they’d stay, that if you stitched yourself into their wounds, they’d never walk away.  But, my love, you forgot that love is not meant to drain, that you were… Continue reading To the Me Who Loved Too Hard