I was thinking about youI was thinking about you.IihiohHow quickly time rearranges itself—
I was thinking about you.
how moments collide without warning.
On a Friday night,
a familiar name surfaced in conversation,
and I learned you were building
your own small universe now—
a family of your own.
That knowledge settled gently in me,
and I was genuinely happy for you.
Then Monday arrived.
And with it, the truth
that your body has been struggling,
that things are not as fine
as they seem from a distance.
It's strange—
how joy and worry
can exist in the same breath,
how someone from a former life
can still matter this much
without belonging to it anymore.
I'm holding space for both truths now:
that you are growing,
and that you are hurting.
And somehow,
both make me think of you
a little more carefully.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PuisiThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
