This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: Known and NoticedWhere love invites you to stay with yourself Mira woke before her alarm, sunlight stretching long and low across her bedroom wall. She didn’t reach for her phone… Continue reading Chapter Sixteen: Known and Noticed
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Chapter Twelve: The Good Kind of Distraction
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: The Good Kind of DistractionWhere choice begins to feel like devotion Rowan stood in line at the coffee shop, hands in his pockets, half-listening to the hum of grinders and… Continue reading Chapter Twelve: The Good Kind of Distraction
Chapter Nine: The Man Who Builds Quiet Things
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: The Man Who Builds Quiet ThingsSometimes, the right person arrives not to crack you open, but with a quiet knowing that makes you want to stay open. Rowan hadn’t expected… Continue reading Chapter Nine: The Man Who Builds Quiet Things
Chapter Eight: The Invitation to Stay Open
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: "Light On" by Maggie RogersFor soft hope, emerging self-trust, and choosing to stay open. https://open.spotify.com/track/6UnCGAEmrbGIOSmGRZQ1M2?si=11e6f92ffaaf4501 Mira’s Story: The Invitation to Stay OpenNo rush. No Noise. Just a quiet… Continue reading Chapter Eight: The Invitation to Stay Open
Chapter Seven: The Farmers Market
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: The Farmers MarketNo butterflies. Just sun, sweetness, and a quiet beginning folded into a card It had been a week since the dinner, but the afterglow hadn’t quite worn off.… Continue reading Chapter Seven: The Farmers Market
