What Was Never Really Gone

The Distance Was Never That Wide

The years between us hadn’t erased what mattered.

They had only covered it.

We had been living as if the distance between us was impossible to cross.

But the truth was simpler.

It had narrowed long ago.

Held in place not by impossibility—

But by hesitation.

The Beginning of Repair

Not Everything Needs to Be Said

That night didn’t erase the past.

But it loosened its grip.

Sometimes repair doesn’t begin with confession.

Sometimes it begins with something quieter—

One person opening the door.

And the other choosing to walk in.