I was always too much for the ones I loved. So I wrote it all down for the ones who'll understand. i write for the ones who feel too much and say too little.
the ones who break quietly, love loudly, and still choose softness.
my stories are stitched with grief, longing, and a little bit of hope.
if you're reading this-
stay a while.
you might find a piece of yourself in the ruins. And if it reaches your heart, show it a little love back.

- Haya