“The ones who notice the storm in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.”
— Steve Maraboli

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“The ones who notice the storm in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.”
— Steve Maraboli
“Just because things hadn’t gone the way I’d planned didn’t necessarily mean they’d gone wrong.”
— Unknown
🖤👆🏼
I love you in a way I cannot fully explain because words always fall short when they try to hold everything I feel for you.
You live in my thoughts like a song that never ends, like an echo moving through every room of my soul, reminding me that I once found something beautiful.
I miss you on the difficult days and on the peaceful ones too, Imiss you when the world feels unbearably heavy and when, for a moment, it feels light.
I miss you because you became part of the way I learned how to exist.
There are moments when your memory hurts, not because I have stopped loving you but because I still do so with the same intensity from a place where I can no longer reach you.
Even then when I think of you, amid all the sadness, something else appears, an immense tenderness, a quiet gratitude for having crossed paths with you in this life.
Because you were calm when everything was noise, you were home when I felt lost, you were that invisible hand that could hold me up effortlessly when the world seemed to be falling apart.
There are still nights when I wish you would come back.
Not because I want to erase the past but because I still imagine a future where our stories find each other again.
If that day never comes, if the distance keeps growing until it disappears into the horizon, I will keep carrying your name with me like someone protecting an irreplaceable treasure.
Because I think some people pass through our lives and others leave footprints.
And then there is you, the person who stayed living inside my heart, the absence that still hurts, the love that still blooms.
You are the reason a part of my soul still looks toward the door, waiting in silence for the miracle of finding you again.
I love you Calabaza. Always.
“Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.”
— Sade Andria Zabala, War Songs
“We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.”
— Kathy B.
I would do anything to hold your hand.
Some absences feel small until you remember the warmth they carried.
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine our fingers finding each other.
Like two paths that were lost and against all logic cross again.
Every night I give the same wish to the darkness.
That life grants us another chance, that time stops being a wall and becomes a bridge instead.
Not to go back but to find each other again.
With everything we have learned from pain, with all the love that survived the distance.
There is still a part of me that keeps a place for you.
Like a lamp glowing in a window waiting for someone who knows the way home.
If our lives ever touch again, I want to hold your hand.
And discover that, after all this time, my heart was never wrong to keep searching for you.
I love you Calabaza. Always.
“Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn fast.”
— William Nicholson
“You can’t calm the storm so stop trying. What you can do is calm yourself. The storm will pass.”
— Timber Hawkeye
“Once you realize there is life after mistakes, you gain a self-confidence that never goes away.”
— Bob Schieffer
I think of her
and my chest fills with shards of glass,
as if every memory of her knows exactly where to cut.
All it takes is a picture,
a thought,
a moment that reminds me of her
for my heart to feel the distance
as an open wound once again.
I miss her in a quiet way but so deeply
that it seems to live in every corner of me.
Sometimes I wish she would come back
the way rain longs to return to the earth,
the way a door longs to hear again
the footsteps of the one it calls home.
There are pains that come from losing something,
others that come from continuing to love
and mine carries her name.
I love you. Always.
Walking along a path of stones, like someone crossing a storm with spring hidden in their pockets.
The road asks them to cast their seeds away, yet they press them deeper into the wounded earth.
Every rock is a closed door and still they plant keys, unsure if they will open anything.
They move forward losing strength, yet leave roots behind them.
It seems they are cultivating in the wrong place.
They place rain into drought and hide gardens within winter.
Their hands know the weight of exhaustion, yet they continue speaking the language of growth.
There is something strange about their journey.
The harsher the ground becomes, the more generous their steps grow.
They sow without the promise of harvest, they wait without demanding the arrival of the season.
And while the path insists on being stone, they insist on being seed.
Because sometimes the most beautiful contradiction is to bloom precisely where nothing should grow.
“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”
— Joshua Graham
this one is for Juniper Blessing.
this isn’t about mermay, really. you can grab the free png on my patreon. print it out if you can and remember her name.
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She lives in my thoughts like the scent of an old book lingering between its pages, even when you close it and put it away, it never truly leaves.
Today, I have missed her more than usual.
I have searched for her in my memories like someone walking through an empty house trying to find something they left behind.
I want to know about her.
How her days have been, what things make her smile now, what thoughts she keeps to herself when she is alone.
Her absence feels like an empty chair at the table, like a room that still holds warmth even though the person who lived there left a long time ago.
Sometimes I wish I could feel her close again and that desire grows inside me like rain building up behind a dam, until it becomes impossible to ignore.
The hardest part is that a part of me knows I cannot reach her, it is like seeing a door at the end of an endless hallway.
Still, I love her.
As naturally as a river follows its course, without questioning why it keeps moving, without knowing how to do anything else.
There are loves that become roots, they do not disappear when winter arrives, they simply remain beneath the ground holding up everything that is still alive.
There are days like today when I miss her so much that my heart feels like an abandoned house still holding a key for someone who is no longer coming back.
I love you Calabaza. Always.
“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting the rest of our lives.”
— Lemony Snicket; The Ersatz Elevator