The first bite of a peach in July is a kind of resurrection.
Sticky, sweet, unapologetically alive.

A passionate thinker, always looking for ways to improve and innovate.

Real ones cry in silence, not post captions.

I thought I was being vague and poetic. You brought clarity. Unfair.

You managed to describe a feeling I couldn’t even name.

You say things I didn’t know I believed until now.

Reading this felt like sitting beside someone in silence — and not needing to talk.

There’s courage in not resolving the tension.