BLOSSOM GRAM

My Darling, There’s something peculiar about her, how I placed her on a pedestal she never asked for. She didn’t think she was all that, but I saw her as everything. She left, but somehow, she still lingers. A voice in the quiet. A memory that won't be quiet. Don’t you even think of giving up. Don’t you even. Don’t you even say you’ve had enough. You’re not leaving. The thing about breakups is that they never announce themselves. You wake up on what feels like a beautiful day, and then bam! your world flips. Suddenly, the one you love doesn’t love you anymore. Just like that. I still don’t understand it. How do you stop loving someone? Can you even stop? Or did you never really love them at all? Most of us never get closure. We just learn to carry the silence like it’s part of us. Don’t you know that lovers don’t let go? No, no, not like that. Take your time, but come back. To me, love has always been something that loops. It returns, even if it slows do...

Hey you, Yes, you. It’s easier for me to write this here than to confront you — again — about it. Sometimes, I wonder why it always feels like everything is stacked against us.  Why? Something always happens. And somehow... we’re the ones sabotaging what could be — because of all the fears, and the wounds we’ve collected over the years. What frustrates me most is how we took all those feelings — those real, complicated, beautiful feelings — and swept them under the rug. Or worse, dumped them in the so-called “water under the bridge.” Yes, maybe it’s wrong. But it also feels so right. Isn’t there even a part of you — however small — that wants to risk it? To see how far we could go? It could be the most beautiful thing that ever happens to us. Or... the messiest. But still — wouldn’t it be worth finding out? If you're not the one for me, Then how come I can bring you to your knees? If you're not the one for me, Why do I hate the idea of being free? ...

  Hey you, Yes, you. It’s been a while. I’ve been ignoring you — not out of malice, but because I keep falling, stumbling through the lessons of life. But the last couple of months, They’ve been beautiful. I write this with a laugh as Ivy by Leon Bridges plays in the background. I’m making spaghetti, the music’s looping, and I don’t mind one bit. Honestly, all I really need is you . You know that feeling after spending time with someone you love — where time seems to slow down and the world fades out? When you catch yourself smiling, fully present, completely unaware of everything else around you? I’m in that moment. And I love it here. For some context — I made a lot of mistakes when it came to love while growing up. I think we all do. But now that I’m older, I’m learning not to repeat them. I try — sincerely. Life keeps throwing new challenges, and I keep meeting them, slowly learning to respond instead of react. I love who I am becoming. I’ve always been a lover, and no...