Love and Other Memories

Letters Etched in Stillness

Some memories stay soft in the soul—unfolding slowly like the pages of an old letter, or the smell of bread baked for someone who no longer comes home. Love, in its many forms, writes itself across our lives: through glances we remember, meals we never shared, or silence that said more than words ever could.

This section is where I hold those moments. Not to relive them—but to let them breathe, to let them be seen, and to finally let them rest.