For anyone who's ever written something they couldn't send These letters were meant for someone else, but never made it past the page. Some are full of love, some full of grief, some full of small, quiet truths I couldn't voice. They're about longing, about saying goodbye, about remembering and forgetting. About the people, places, and moments that leave marks you can't erase. This book is a piece of me, honest, raw, imperfect. Some letters might make you pause, some might make you ache, some might make you smile quietly to yourself. They're fragments of life and love, waiting for someone to read them, to feel them, and maybe see themselves in them too.

For anyone who's loved too much, or not enough -------- Love is messy. Love is bright. Love stays when you want it gone. The good, the bad, the unforgettable. These are poems about love. The parts that make you hope and the parts that make you ache. This is what love feels like to me. The way it lifts you, the way it confuses you, the way it sticks with you, the way it leaves marks, the way it surprises you, the way it teaches you.

The Christmas I never got. ----- Everyday a new poem

Hey guys, this is my first try. This book is a collection of poems. It's a piece of me, a quiet mix of thoughts, memories, and small truths about family. It's not perfect. It's not all happy, either. But it's real. ----- These poems talk about distance, growing up, silence, and the little things that stay with us even when we try to move on. Some of it might feel heavy, some might feel calm, just like family does sometimes.