The Quiet Between

Some feelings live between the lines.

The hardest part of watching a beautiful love story is returning to a life where you still have no one to tell it to.

There is a particular kind of sadness in wanting something so ordinary, yet having no idea when you’ll ever get to experience it.

Maybe I’m not jealous of their love story. Maybe I’m just grieving the one I’ve never had.

I have learned to enjoy my own company. I am still learning not to mistake it for being whole.

JournalThe Quiet Between

I like my own company. That is true. It is also true that some evenings the quiet is a little too wide.

8 October 2026

Rain does not ask the window for permission. Some feelings arrive the same way.