emotional poetry
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Every love story ends somehow, but endings do not erase the tenderness, damage, or meaning of what lived before them.
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The hardest part of loving someone is sometimes realizing the love was real even when staying became impossible.
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By noon, ordinary chaos has returned—cold coffee, dishes, children, and the small holiness of a lived-in home.
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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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Somewhere between packed boxes and the road out of British Columbia lived the quiet thought that almost made her stay.
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Butterflies show up somewhere between midnight nachos, teasing messages, and the kind of ordinary conversation that feels unexpectedly electric.
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Years disappear whenever one familiar name lights up her phone and her heart remembers how to be fourteen again.
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Before she even reads the message, her smile recognizes the name—proof that memory lives as much in the body as the mind.
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Easy advice reduces motherhood to one visible moment while ignoring the thousand invisible things a mother carries every day.
Between Bruises & Blooms 