Sep 1, 2025
our fabric, pt.1
i told myself i wasn't coming back —
back to the fabric we'd spent years weaving together.
starting as a combination of uneven columns and rows of stitches neither of us knew how to do properly,
then scattered amongst more meticulous threadwork,
each stitch placed carefully,
thoughtfully,
and with a more familiar rhythm.
and maybe a little something else hidden within the stitches —
unspoken words, unheard thoughts.
it was far from typical,
but it was the very fabric that bound us together,
our memories interwoven within the fibres.
and that was enough for me.
