You do not remind me of the ocean. The ocean reminds me of you.
It is not lost on me that this is everything I used to pray for.
Because home is not where you’re from, but where you’re wanted.
A love poem because I want to love and be loved and I am.
A Love Letter for Amy who did more for my self esteem in one DM than 4 years of therapy.
A (belated) Valentine’s Day card for Bianca
Happy Mother’s Day. I know this is an exceptionally hard day. I know nothing I say or write will change that. I’m sorry.