Love & Relationships

Tender love letters, dating diaries, lessons in letting go, and hopes for conscious love. Here, we unlearn unhealthy patterns, heal our hearts, and prepare for the love we truly deserve.

Nine Out of Ten

Someone can be the subject of your jealousy, but not the recipient of your care. They can want exclusive access to you without taking responsibility for how you are doing. And somewhere along the way, you begin to wonder: was I loved, or was I simply wanted?

I can appreciate being desired without confusing desire with care. Because attention can be loud. Obsession can be convincing. And sometimes, the person who wants you most is the person least interested in what you need.

Evidence of Life in August

A year ago, I started healing because I was tired of hurting. This August, I looked back and realized I am not the same woman who began that journey. I still have things to heal, things to build, debts to clear, dreams waiting for their turn, and a life I am still figuring out. But something fundamental has shifted. I am no longer standing at the edge of my life wondering whether I'm allowed to want more.

This Little Feeling Lyrics

"This Little Feeling" is a late-night, vulnerable R&B confession about the anxiety of letting your guard down, overthinking every text, and finally admitting that a "little feeling" has turned into something you can't ignore.

It’s Their First Time on Earth, Too

When a storm rolls in, most herd animals run away, dragging out their time in the freezing rain. But the buffalo turns its head and charges straight into the black clouds. A raw, breathtaking reflection on Father’s Day, childhood wounds, and the quiet, revolutionary realization that our parents are just flawed humans colliding in the dark, living their first time on earth, too.

The Butterfly Pact

When I remembered the butterfly pact, my first instinct was to laugh. The universe is so deeply ironic. It waited until the exact moment I completely abandoned the idea of "the one" to send me the exact symbol I used to beg for.

I stood there watching them flutter past the harsh lines of the buildings, and it felt like the universe had briefly peeled back the fabric of reality just to wink at me. It brought me right back to the girl I used to be.

I Might Not Get Married

Let’s be real about who I am. I’m not the "soft" girl. I’m not the girl who finds her zen in folding laundry or experimenting with recipes. I hate house chores. I find them soul-sucking, repetitive, and a colossal waste of the brainpower I could be using to run my business.

I’m ambitious. I’m domineering. I like to lead. I like my own space. I’ve already decided I don’t want any more kids. In the traditional marriage market, that makes my "value" plummet, right? I’m "difficult." I’m "not wife material."

A Letter to the Woman Who Still Wants to Be Loved

And while you wait, love yourself the way you hope to be loved. Celebrate your own fire. Honor your own strength. Sit with your pain, but also with your joy. Cry when it hurts, laugh when it delights you, dream when you feel free enough to. Because when you are fully present for yourself, the right love doesn’t have to chase you. It will find its way to the heart that is already whole.

We Were Just Talking About Love

Maybe needing love isn’t good.
Maybe it isn’t bad.
Maybe it isn’t weakness or strength.

Maybe it’s just stitched into us, like hunger, like sleep, like the instinct to reach for warmth when the air turns cold.

And maybe the real question isn’t whether we should want it. Maybe the real question is this: If being human comes with longing built in, why do we keep pretending we’re above it?

Loving From a Distance

You are allowed to love someone and still choose not to be in their life. You are allowed to wish them happiness without offering access. You are allowed to keep the love and release the relationship.
We struggle with this because we’ve been taught that love must always look like proximity. That caring means staying. That leaving means failing. But sometimes leaving is the most loving thing you can do, for both of you.

To Be Loved Is To Be Seen

To be loved is to be seen — and for the first time, I feel fully visible in the most tender, natural way.
Not because I asked for it.
Not because I worked for it.
But because the right hearts recognized me the moment I walked into their line of sight.

To be loved is to be seen.
To be seen is to be known.
To be known is to be cherished.

This Little Feeling

I don’t know what this is. I don’t know if it is hope, or fear, or a mixture of both sitting on my tongue whenever his name crosses my mind. But it feels like something is shifting. Something I didn’t anticipate. Something I wasn’t ready for.

And God… I’ve tried to fight it. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, breathe myself out of it, busy myself out of it. But I still find myself checking my phone like a 16-year-old girl waiting for a message she pretends not to care about.

Now I Know What Safety Feels Like

Safety feels like conversations that don’t end in confusion.
It’s knowing I can speak my mind
without being punished for my honesty.
It’s when someone looks me in the eye
and means what they say,
not just because it sounds right,
but because it feels right,
in their tone, in their timing,
in the way their energy never betrays their words.

Why Do I Love Like This?

It’s almost embarrassing how fast I feel things.
How I can go from “hello” to “I wonder what their childhood was like”
from “thank you” to “do they mean it?”
from one small act of kindness to
“maybe this is the beginning of something.”
And I ask myself, again and again:

Why do I love like this?