When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie or my journal or my favorite headphones. When I die, bury me with a picture of her in my front pocket so I can show everyone in heaven who made me a better person. Sew the sound track of her laugh in the center of my ribs and tuck her name beneat...Read more

It never really shows itself all at once, but my chest always knows when she’s near. Not because I try to feel it, but because something inside me tightens, like it’s holding onto words that were never meant to stay this long. I don’t notice when it starts, only that somehow, in the middle of everyt...Read more

It never really announces itself, but my eyes always seem to know where she is. Not because I search for her, everything else just slowly fades when she’s around, like the world softens just enough for her to stay clear. I don’t notice the exact moment it happens, only that somehow, out of everythin...Read more

I wish she knew how my heart moves every time she walks into the room— how it rises, like it’s trying to meet hers halfway without my permission. I wish she knew that when she laughs, I fall a little harder, the sound landing somewhere deep inside me, in a place I didn’t know could bloom just from ...Read more