Names are just labels.
What matters is the story.

This space is for the almosts, the never-saids, and the words that only make sense at 2 a.m.

I don't write perfect characters. I write the ones who flinch before they speak, who love in silence, who walk away even when they want to stay.
The ones who carry things they can't explain.

I'm drawn to the ache between lines, to the tension in restraint, to the stories where the unsaid says everything.

If you're looking for fairytales, keep scrolling.
But if you've ever sat with a feeling too heavy to name-
you're home.

Everything I write is a secret I never said out loud.