Worn Heart

Not everything that disappears
is gone.
Some things
leave outlines you can feel.

Not everything that disappears
is gone.
Some things
leave outlines you can feel.
I once thought being strong meant being quiet.It turns out it often meant being afraid.I carried weight without naming it. I thought that was love.It kept me hidden from the people who mattered most. I “protected” others from truths I thought would hurt them. It made us strangers. I’m learning to say the truer thing…
Being single can feel like you’re off-script.Like you’re supposed to be building something with someone, and instead you’re just… existing.But being single has a purpose beyond “waiting for the right person.”It’s a time to meet yourself as a whole person—not half of a couple.Time to notice your patterns without the fog of chemistry.To learn what…
Some things fade.Some things stay.These were a few that stayed. ~Links to the week’s posts in the first comment~
There are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
For the woman whose whole body exhales when she’s finally touched with care—This is what that care might feel like.A man who:– sees her tension before she names it– learns the pressure her back actually asked for– holds without fixing– speaks through presence, not performance– and just wants to make her week meltIf this meant…