The car was silent. The only sound was the tick-tick-tick of the engine cooling in the school parking lot. It’s just armor, and it looks heavy. Paige’s words weren't an echo. They were truth. Halley didn't drive home. Not right away. She drove to Mira's. It was an instinct. A pull, a "force" that had… Continue reading Halley: The Re-Direction
Halley knew the after. The after-party. The after-image. The aftermath. She was the one who brought the snacks. The one who called you out. The one who held your hand in the trenches and never, ever left. Her life was a monument to the 'after,' to surviving. Her apartment was the physical proof: thrifted art,… Continue reading Halley: The Echo
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 Quiet RebuildWhen healing speaks softly and love is built brick by brick They were still tender. After the fight, after the tears, after the quiet apology curled… Continue reading Chapter Forty-Four: The Quiet Rebuild
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: Call It What It IsWhen everything gets spoken out loud. The house was quieter than it had been all day, but not silent. Dishes clinked softly in the sink. Music… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Two: Call It What It Is
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 Whole StoryA quiet night, a cup of tea, and the moment she let him in. After the dinner, something inside Mira softened.She’d passed the unspoken test, not… Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Whole Story
July: The Month of Integration If June asked me to inhabit the bloom,July asks me to integrate it. This is the month of arrival.Of full circles and long exhales.Of walking through doors I used to only stand outside.Of becoming the version of me I once only imagined. My card for July is The World —completion, coherence, and… Continue reading July: The Completion & The Initiation
June: The Month of Embodiment If May asked me to receive the bloom,June asks me to embody it. This is the month of ripening.Of warm skin and bare shoulders.Of long days and late conversations.Of desire waking up and asking for more. Last month was about noticing what was beginning.This month is about letting myself live… Continue reading June: The Season of Yes
There’s power in naming what we want out loud.Even when it’s messy.Even when it feels like too much.Especially then. But I won’t pretend it’s easy.I’ve spoken my desire and watched everything fall apart.I’ve asked for more and have been met with endings.I’ve used my voice and then questioned if I should’ve stayed quiet. So for… Continue reading What I’m Learning About Wanting
She thought she was blooming late.She even called herself a late bloomer. But perhaps the most important realization is the one that lives deep in her bones now: She isn’t blooming late.She’s blooming exactly when she’s meant to. And right now, she’s waiting. Sitting in the pause. Holding space. Not rushing to grasp, clarify, define,… Continue reading A Love Letter to the Woman Who Waited
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 8 I have spent years falling for almost.The almost-love.The almost-available.The almost-ready.The almost-promises whispered late at night, wrapped in just enough sweetness to make me hope. I listened to sugar-coated words and called them sincerity.I ignored red flags and called them "growth edges."I mistook affection for intention. But almost never… Continue reading On Almost
