You know… I think I write like this because I’ve felt that kind of love, even if only in glimpses — through people, through moments, through the quiet kind of hope that never really leaves you.
But mostly? I write it because I believe in it.
Even if I haven’t lived every line, even if no one’s ever said those exact words to me — I know they exist. I know someone out there is waiting to love, or already loving, in the exact way these pages try to describe. Fiercely. Softly. Ridiculously. Honestly.
And maybe I write it so that if someone hasn’t been loved like that yet… they’ll know they deserve to be.
Maybe I write it so I don’t forget that I do too.
♡
From the author who may not have her person yet,
but is leaving a trail of chapters just in case they’re reading.
