Letters Never Sent
Words left unspoken. Notes to the people, feelings, and moments we couldn’t let go , but had to release anyway.
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A Letter to the One I Haven’t Met Yet (But Hope to Love One Day)-Part 4
Dear You, I don’t know your name yet.I don’t know your laugh, or how your hands fit into mine, I wonder if your voicewill sound like home,or if your silencewill echo in the same places mine does. But I do know this I am not waiting for you to complete me.I have spent too long learning how to hold myself. This love, if it finds us , will not be desperate.It will not be born from emptiness.It will be a choice, not a rescue. I hope we meet softly.Not in a whirlwind, but in something slower ,like the way the sun kisses the sea at dusk.Warm. Unrushed. Certain. I hope…
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Learning to Feel Safe in My Own Love-Part 3
It’s strange how something as soft as love can leave wounds so deep. When you grow up in survival mode, love becomes something you chase, not something you receive.You don’t know how to trust calm, so you mistake chaos for passion.You call anxiety butterflies.You confuse being needed with being valued. I didn’t know love could feel like safety.I thought it was supposed to hurt , at least a little. The First Time I Felt Safe It didn’t come from a partner.It came from me. It was the moment I didn’t text back or call out of guilt.The night I chose rest instead of explaining myself again.The first time I said…
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Unlearning What I Was Taught About Love – Part 2
I’ve often wondered how much of what we believe is ours… and how much was handed down to us ,wrapped in survival, soaked in silence. Because somewhere along the way, I realized:I wasn’t just watching love happen around me.I was absorbing it.And that version of love became my blueprint. When You Love Like You Were Taught I loved like my mother did.Softly. Silently. Desperately.I gave more than I got and called it devotion.I let the weight fall on me because I was told that’s what strong women do. I made excuses.I shrank to be more “understandable.”I forgave too quickly and left too slowly. I didn’t ask for much , because…
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What Love Looked Like at Home — And Why I Stopped Believing in It – Part 1
As I lay in bed with my eyes closed but my mind wide awake, I drift and turn, fighting the sleep my body craves. My limbs are heavy, but something heavier rests on my chest , something that refuses to leave. So I think about my day. The Couple That Made Me Look Away I was walking down the road when I saw a couple , laughing, intertwined, wrapped in something that looked a lot like love. I felt a pang of envy in my chest, then quickly looked away. Could someone ever love me like that? Almost instantly, my mind said no. Not because I don’t want love, but…