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Things I Meant to Say, Just Not Out Loud
There’s a kind of truth that only comes out on paper. I’ve tried to speak it, but the words vanish in the air—like they know better. These are the things I write and never send, the paragraphs that end in silence. Not secrets, exactly. Just things too tender to survive the noise.
Letters I write before I know what I’m trying to say.
They arrive in quiet places—between mile markers, at café windows, in the middle of someone else’s story. I don’t go searching for them. They just find me, like forgotten feelings returning with new names. These are the words I bring back, tucked into pages, softened by distance.
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The Grief That Didn’t Introduce Itself
I didn’t recognize it at first. It didn’t show up with black clothes or casseroles or condolences. It arrived like a missed call I kept thinking about returning. Like a familiar room where something was missing but I couldn’t name what. Some grief isn’t loud. It just keeps rearranging your furniture when you’re not looking.