reflections
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This is what a dear friend of mine messaged me today. A day crowded with obstacles, emotions, and survival. Yet somehow, those 5 words reached places far deeper than expected. My friend knows me well. Knows how easily I can disappear into the weight of living and forget to care for the one carrying it…
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Sounds like a cliché, doesn’t it? Many seem to think they’ve found the answer, eager to offer it up like a remedy. The question has been watered down by endless voices, and still, here I am, adding my own small golden thoughts to this giant pile of treasure. Is meaning something we stumble upon, or…
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“I miss you” sounds simple — almost commonplace, mundane. But between the lines live galaxies of quiet achements. I miss your scent in the air, your lips, your laughter, your touch, your voice. I miss my hand in yours, feeling safe, the quiet pride of walking next to you. I miss shared meals, soft kisses,…
Between the Lines 