Grief
What we carry when someone is gone.
<p>To every woman.</p><p>To every woman who stopped confusing silence for safety.</p><p>To every woman who stepped out of the habit of shrinking herself just to make someone else feel bigger.</p><p>To every woman who cried herself to sleep and still woke up th…
I still miss him some days. Not really him. The version of him I'd written in my head. I know those aren't the same person. I know missing a story isn't the same as wanting the real thing back. But feelings don't always sort themselves neatly, and I'm trying t…
If you're listening, I don't need you to fix anything tonight. I just need you to sit with me until my thoughts slow down. That would be enough. Honestly, that would be everything.
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