When I was 18, I wrote a letter to someone I had never existed in this world without and in it I wrote, “You exude a sentiment that possesses a selflessness that I can’t even describe. It’s this warmth that comes from your sadness that whispers, ‘even though I am hurting, I hope you are well.'”

A couple months later, she quoted my letter in her suicide note to me, writing, “Even though I’m hurting, I hope you are well.”

I stopped writing for a long time after that. I thought maybe I chose the wrong words, maybe she didn’t know how much I loved her, maybe I didn’t say it correctly or enough. It took me a long time to accept that sometimes even words fail.

But I’ve started writing again because I realize that sometimes they don’t. 

This site is a collection of all the things I write for all the people I love. 

I hope you all are well. I really do.

With Love,

From Grace