quiet love
-
There is a photograph I return to more often than I should. A boy standing in England, smiling at a pelican like he’d stumbled into a storybook. I wonder if you knew that somewhere across an ocean, a girl was waiting for your voice to tell her it was finally safe to sleep. You were…
-
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…
-
If you knew how often I reached for my phone just to see your name… Would it scare you? Or would you smile, knowing someone’s heart has learned the rhythm of your existence? I carry you like a favorite secret. Not hidden. Protected. Because some things are too beautiful to leave in careless hands.
Between Bruises and Blooms 