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 Morning InvitationWhere ease begins to feel like truth Mira read the message three times. Not knowing, of course, that that was the exact number of times he’d rewritten it… Continue reading Chapter Ten: The Morning Invitation
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
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
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 Kind of Wrong that Almost WorkedWhen longing wears the mask of love—and you finally walk yourself home. Some stories don't end in heartbreak. They end in a… Continue reading Chapter Zero: The Kind of Wrong that Almost Worked
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 11 For a long time, I thought love was supposed to feel like butterflies, that quickening, that rush, that tingle in your gut that made it hard to breathe. I thought adrenaline meant attraction.I thought chaos was chemistry.I thought if it wasn’t all-consuming, messy, magnetic, heart-racing… it wasn’t real.… Continue reading Calm Isn’t Boring, It’s Safe
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 9 I remember being on a date once.A bad one. The man had introduced himself as a comedian,and I kept waiting for him to get funny.Instead, he complained. A lot. He told me about the city he used to live in,how his old stand-up crew would stay out late… Continue reading Permission to Leave
There are some people who no matter how much sunshine and rainbows you try to rain down upon them, will always see the potential impending doom and plan accordingly. Perhaps these are the people that would fair best during a zombie apocalypse, for they have already thought through to the direst of outcomes and have… Continue reading How You See the Glass
