Tag: writing

  • Being Chosen vs. Being Safe

    There’s a version of love that feels like being chosen. It’s immediate.Undeniable.Almost disorienting in how quickly it lands. Someone sees you—and doesn’t hesitate. They show up with certainty.With attention that doesn’t waver.With a kind of focus that makes everything else go quiet. At twenty, that feels like the answer. I didn’t know then that being…