Haven

It’s like winter sometimes. That kind of deep, bone-quiet cold that settles into everything — the air, the sky, the spaces between words. The kind of cold that makes the world feel still and endless all at once. I think of him most during these times. When the trees are bare, when the light fades early, when the silence is louder than usual. There’s something about these moments that brings all the memories back, sharp and aching, like the wind against your skin. There was a time I thought I’d never stop feeling frozen inside — especially after I lost him. The one I loved the most. The one I built futures around in my head, only to be left holding pieces I didn’t know how to fit back together. And yet... someone stayed. Not the person I expected. Not the person I thought I needed. But someone who showed up anyway. Consistently. Quietly. Without asking for anything. He listened. To all the emotional ramblings. The sobs I couldn’t hold in. The moments I hated mysel...