friendships

You are the kind of friendwho shows upwithout being asked—who hears the silenceand still knows what to say. Not every day is laughter,not every moment is light,but you’re there—in the middle of it all—offering presenceinstead of pity,truthinstead of noise. We don’t have to speakto feel understood,don’t have to agreeto stay close. You’ve seen mefractured and […]

We grew upin scraped knees and secret codes,treehouse kingdomsand sidewalk dreams,back when the world was smallbut our laughter filled it whole. You knew mebefore I had a name for sadness,before the world asked usto grow quiet and careful.Back when joy was loud,and we were louder. We traded candy,secrets,and promises sealed with pinky fingers.We thought forevermeant

You’re the text I sendbefore I’ve even finished crying,the laugh I hearbefore I even finish the joke. You’ve seen meat my worst —messy bun, broken heart,spilling secrets like wineon white sheets.And you stayed.Always stayed. We’ve danced in kitchens,screamed in cars,sung heartbreak songslike we wrote them ourselves. You know what I meanwith just one look.You fix

“Anchor” We never neededloud promisesor perfect timing.Just a quiet nod,a shared glancethat said:I get it. You were the callI didn’t have to rehearse for,the laughthat showed upwhen the world didn’t. We’ve walked throughdifferent storms,but somehowheld the same umbrella.Even when the winds pulled,you stayed. Some friendshipsaren’t fireworks.They’re lighthouses—constant,and exactly whereyou need themwhen the nightgets too much.