Names are just labels.

What matters are the stories-the quiet ones, the ones that only make sense at 2 a.m.

I don't write perfect people. I write the ones who hesitate, who love without saying it, who leave even when they want to stay.

The ones who carry things they don't know how to explain.

I'm drawn to what isn't said. To the weight between words. To the kind of silence that says everything.

Everything I write is a secret someone's been too scared to speak.