Stephanie Love

Flickering, fading, intermittent 

Regardless of how it unfolds, there’s so much to be said about love. 

You warm my heart, nourish my soul, and bring just the right kind of excitement, realness, and honesty to my life.

I hope you enjoy sweet treats, because life is too short to restrict yourself daily.

Please, whatever you do still believe.

Maybe today love looks like staying in your sheets and comforting your soft heart. 

I wish you could see how special you truly are. Instead, you’re focused on what could have been and sad about what will no longer be.

A brief moment turns into a day, a weekend, soon to be weeks and months. I can’t quite explain it. Frankly, I don’t care to.

This summer physically changed me. Something in me shifted, and I don’t think things will ever be quite the same. I know I’ll never be the same. 

The right person delivers actions, not empty words with no resolutions.

Kind words by strangers. Kind words by familiar faces. Kind words that held me together and brought warmth to my soul and ease to my mind. 

And it’s so much easier said than done. Because being present is a practice. Accepting what is and learning how to be okay with what you can’t change is a practice.