I decided to write one poem every day. Not to be brave. Not to be better. Just to be honest. These poems were written in passing moments- between heartbreak and healing, between who I was and who I'm becoming. This is a collection of the things I never said out loud. The pauses. The almosts. The silences I chose to keep.

⛩﹒ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝐵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝑅𝓲𝓷𝑔 "Between letters and longing, our story lives in secret." ⟢ ────── ⟡ ˚🦋˚ ̟ ✉️ 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾... Every word, every line, every fold of paper was meant for your eyes alone - our secret stitched in ink. ✧ ⋆｡°☁︎˚✩｡⋆ 💌 And yet... here it is, for anyone who dares to see what it feels like to hold someone so close in thoughts, yet so far in reality... 💭 ⋆˚࿔˚✧˚.⋆｡˚☁︎˚｡⋆.✧˚࿔˚⋆ 𖤐 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 live unsent letters, poems trembling on the edge of my pen, thoughts too fragile to speak aloud... They carry our laughter, our quiet fire, our stolen moments - the memories only we could ever know... Every flutter, every sigh, every hidden whisper is a trace of you in me. 🦋 ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ 💖 This is my confession. My devotion. My heartbeat, folded and scattered, stitched together in words... I wrote it for you - but I let it breathe beyond us - so that even in silence, someone, somewhere, might glimpse what it feels like to love like this - to keep someone forever in your heart and yet let them soar in ink... ⟣───────⟢ 🦋 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂 that reminded me you exist in every heartbeat... 🌙 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 that belong only to us... 💫 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓾𝓼. ────── ⟡ ˚🦋˚ ̟ (Unsent. Unfolded. Unforgotten...) ⟡───────────────⟡