Love & Desire
Love in all its forms—desire, longing, heartbreak, tenderness, complicated connections, and the people who leave fingerprints on the heart.
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Silence becomes its own language in the lingering glances, unfinished goodbyes, and distance that never teaches the heart to wander.
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Some people never fully leave; they become the ache of almost, lingering in songs, coffee cups, and the empty spaces beside us.
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Some connections are terrible at staying and strangely gifted at finding their way back to the same conversation.
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If timing were somewhere they could meet, perhaps there would be a version of them that never had to keep saying goodbye.
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Home becomes a scent left on borrowed fabric—sawdust, sweat, summer, and the strange peace of breathing someone in after they are gone.
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Another baby is not the dream by itself; the dream is partnership with someone who reaches for the work, the children, and the life beside her.
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She still believes in love, but the next yes must belong to someone who loves the whole family—not merely the woman at its center.
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Somewhere between packed boxes and the road out of British Columbia lived the quiet thought that almost made her stay.
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Some people become memories; others remain questions, carried through oceans, years, and the unfinished possibility of what might have been.
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At seventeen, safety arrived through a voice across the distance, leaving behind the ache of wondering what might have happened at another time.
Between Bruises & Blooms 