love
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It’s funny. The loudest childalways becomesthe quietest sleeper. The same baby who spent the day redecorating the living room with toys, trying to eat dog food, and laughing while making terrible decisions… now snores softly with one hand wrapped around my shirt. Like she doesn’t spend her waking hours plotting against the very concept of…
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Some people become memories. You became a question. Not because we never touched,or because we never loved,but because life kept interrupting usbefore either of us could find outwhat we might have been. When you were across an ocean,I learned the sound of safetythrough a computer speaker. You stayed awakeuntil I wasn’t afraid anymore. I fell…
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She flinchesbefore my handhas even reached her. Not because I’ve ever hurt her— because someone else did. Love,to her,is still somethingshe watches carefully. So I wait. I let her choosewhen to climb beside me. I celebrateevery quiet purrlike it’s the beginningof a languageshe thought she’d forgotten. Healingisn’t always loud. Sometimesit’s a frightened catfinally deciding this…
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HoneySpark, rescue kitten, cats, hope, second chances, kindness, healing, home, family, love
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I hope you wonder if I’m thinking about you. I hope my name finds its way into your quiet moments, when the world finally stops asking so much of you. Because that’s where you find me. In the silence. In the songs. In the spaces between heartbeats where missing someone feels louder than words. If…
Between Bruises and Blooms 