24/03/2026
I keep catching myself.
Saving things to tell you like you're late, not gone. Like you’re just busy, like you’ll get back to me, like this space is temporary. There's so much I wanna tell you. So many stories. So many "you won't believe this" moments that have nowhere to land.
It’s in the random Tuesday mornings. The moments that don’t matter to anyone else. The times when nothing is happening, and somehow that’s when I feel it the most.
Now these moments just live inside me with nowhere to land.
Grief is realizing that the conversations will never end... They just live inside me now. Miss you sm Audrie-pette
🤍🐰