Some feelings arrive without asking for a name.

I didn't need an answer that night; I just needed ten quiet minutes.

I know how to listen so well that people forget I have things I never say.

Being everyone's listener can be a lonely place to live.

Maybe distance is just love learning a different language.

Somewhere, my younger self is still waiting for me.

A heart with nowhere to go.

Maybe being loved is not someone holding you forever.
Maybe it's someone knowing exactly where you're fragile
and choosing to be gentle there.

Maybe healing is not becoming who you were before.
Maybe it's meeting the person you've become
and finally deciding to stay.

A life between the lines.

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