The Drawbridge Between Us
When love is wounded by the one meant to protect it, and the long silence that follows.
The coffee that cooled while you talked. The streetlight that flickered just before goodbye. These are the slices of life we recognize instantly, because they’ve happened to us, too.
Stories and poems that prove the smallest moments leave the deepest marks.
When love is wounded by the one meant to protect it, and the long silence that follows.
An ordinary evening that quietly becomes something you don’t want to end. And why those moments matter most.
When you’ve already let go on the inside. You just haven’t left yet.
Many of us carry wounds from childhood long into adulthood. This is for the version of you that still needs to hear it’s okay.
Even the strongest bonds can dissolve quietly. Not with a fight, but with a slow fade neither person planned.