“Maybe in Another Life” by Christian G. Maybe in another life, I would’ve been ready. I would’ve loved you like I was supposed to— not from a place of fear or habit, but from presence, and a peace I hadn’t earned yet. Maybe in that life, I’d wake up early because I wanted to, not… Read more

Grieving someone still here It’s a strange kind of grief. The kind where nothing final has happened… no funeral, no goodbye, no slammed doors or closed chapters. She’s just not mine anymore. Jessica still exists in the world. She still smiles the same way, I’m sure. Probably still makes people feel seen, still speaks softly… Read more

Zach Bryan dropped again… And like he always does, he didn’t miss. It’s that kind of song that finds the bruise you’ve been pretending isn’t there. “Start over, find closure, and just say I’m sorry to that sweet girl who tore off that dress…” Funny how someone else’s words can hit like your own confession.… Read more

I’ll probably keep asking you to go to things.Not in a pushy way… just the way someone does when they’re hoping for a different ending.A new page.Or even just a coffee with no pressure attached. I’ll keep tossing out invitations and inside jokes like they’re pennies in a wishing fountain.Concerts.Walks.Marathons.Talks.Little things.Big things.Anything that makes you… Read more

You want to know how much I care?It’s in everything I don’t do.The texts I don’t send.The calls I don’t make.The way I fight the urge to reach out every single day…because I know that giving in would only serve me.That’s not love. That’s selfish. I had the chance before, and I threw it away. I fumbled something… Read more

I hear people talk about love and loss like it’s a badge of honor. ‘Everything I’ve lost has claw marks on it,’ they say…proof they fought for it, bled for it, didn’t go down without a swing. But when I look back, I don’t see claw marks.I see clean breaks.Doors I didn’t run after.Words I… Read more