Amber

Living my best life ☀️🌻✌️

[amber-bargelt]

you were barely a whisper but I heard you like thunder

a name I never said aloud still echoes in my chest

they’ll call you a dream but you felt more like a sunrise— real, rising, already changing me

I made space for you between heartbeats wrote stories in the margins of a life I thought we'd share

now the silence grows teeth and I let it because fighting it means letting go

and I’m not ready not yet

you were never mine to keep but for a moment you were mine to love

and I did I do

[amber-bargelt]

They say grief is love with nowhere to go, but I feel it in every breath, in every heartbeat that echoes the silence you left behind.

You were only here for a moment, but you changed every part of me.

[becherdireinen]

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

[thoughtkick]

“Just because you’re struggling, doesn’t mean you’re failing.”

— Unknown

[quotefeeling]

“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”

— Unknown

[perfectfeelings]

“You need to make space in your heart for someone who has the capacity to love you just as much as you love them.”

— Unknown

[amber-bargelt]

A flicker of hope, a whisper so small,

Yet already you’ve captured it all.

My heart beats steady, wrapped in a glow,

For a love so deep you’ll one day know.

Each day you grow, though hidden from view,

My dreams take shape, all centered on you.

With every ache and every sigh,

I count the days as they pass by.

You are the quiet light in my soul,

A tiny life that makes me whole.

Though still unseen, you're always near.

My precious baby, cherished, dear.

[somethingtocallmine]

[ruhaniya]

You don’t miss me—you miss what I gave you.

[amber-bargelt]

Today, the world whispered softly,

in white flecks adrift on morning light,

in a shift of silence that felt less empty,

more expectant.

I wept, not from sorrow,

but from something rising;

a tremor of knowing too tender to name.

And in that moment,

my sleeve became a cradle

for a single truth:

a heart, etched in saltwater and thread.

Not by accident.

By design.

A message stitched in the quiet:

Life stirs.

Each small sign,

a sudden stillness in my chest,

a flutter of warmth with no wind,

gathers like nesting twigs,

fragile but certain,

building something unseen but near.

I do not need loud omens.

Only this:

the quiet conviction

that my body is listening

to the rhythm of new beginnings.

[perfeqt]

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.”

— Ernst Hemingway

[vexheart]

[motivationquotesworld]

[akindplace]

Steph | Self-Care Spotlight  

[girlsmotivation]

[goldcoasthoney]

by jamesclear

[primordialsoundmeditation]

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