Ache

There’s this ache I carry that I can’t always name. It’s not tied to one person or moment, it’s more like a thread that runs through quiet nights and slow mornings. I think it’s longing. Not just for love or connection, but for something I can’t quite reach. A version of life that feels just out of view, like a memory from a dream I almost remembered. I used to try to push that feeling away. Now I just sit with it. Let it remind me that I’m still hoping, still reaching, still believing there’s more out there. Maybe longing is proof we haven’t settled. Maybe it means we’re still alive to possibility.

• Longing
• Missing