Love, like the seasons, finds solace in both blooming and fading, yet its eternal essence lingers within the depths of the heart—forever entwined.

“But, in reality, love only emerges from living.”

But swimming, like loving, is not just about knowing.

It's about trusting the body more than the waves of the mind.

“I’ve never really been able to define love or explain love or experience a love that didn’t hurt.”

“I’ve begun to appreciate acts of love and moments of pure connection as they happen.”

"The mixture of light and darkness gives her silhouette an angelic appearance"

“If I don’t take the time to fully see myself for who I am, how can I expect someone else to do so?”

"The mirror of truth, / the shame and pain of emptiness, / of lack, / of defeat."

An admiration of love and a manifestation of freedom…

“In a broken world, I promise to love you whole.”

A reflection on cardiac exhaustion

“This love I have for you is a pure one that I often struggle to express; with you, I struggle to be vulnerable, to dare greatly, and to trust that what I have to give is enough. It’s the pureness of a Mother’s love coded into my soul from the Divine Himself.”

“I am not too hard to love or too much; if anything I should be a reflection of the love I choose to have. I am loved and deserve the love I give. “

Logic cannot heal you like love can…

“I wonder if being in a romantic relationship is the unquestioned prerequisite to being accepted-then-respected in most societies. It's almost to say that if you're "with" someone, you must somehow be lovable, or at least likable.”

Choose which line speaks to you…

Our parents have good intentions, but what happens when fear is masked as protection?

I contort your words / inside out until / they are mangled. / I can’t use syllables, / sound siphoned.

Not everyone has a perfect relationship with their mother. That's fine.

At age thirteen, it had grown almost to the size of my fist. / I began to resent it.