01/24/2026
There are shoes in my heart that were never worn.
Dreams that were spoken.
Planned.
Glowing for a while.
And then… life happened.
This isn’t grief from death.
It’s grief from what never got to live.
For the parents who believed fiercely.
For the healers who held space.
For the empaths who still remember the spark in someone else’s eyes long after they forgot.
If you’ve ever carried someone else’s possibility like it was sacred…
This one is for you. 🤍 Link is in the comments.