I write about the love that doesn't announce itself.

The kind that lives in shared meals and borrowed silence. In the way someone remembers how you take your coffee, or stays when the world says they have every reason to leave. (No grand speeches. No airport runs. Just... someone who keeps showing up.)

I grew up on Japanese dramas, manga, and 90s romcoms I never really recovered from. Somewhere along the way, I became obsessed with slow, aching love long before I knew what to call it. Stories where two emotionally hopeless people somehow still find their way back to each other.

These days I live somewhere between those two worlds: quietly devastating and just a little bit funny.

Currently writing: What We Call Home
Two women. One kid. A life they built together before either of them had the nerve to call it love.