November waltzed in wearing gold,a little smug, a little sacred,like she knew we’d been waiting—the way lovers wait for the…

This morning, the sun rose just a little taller—as if she knew it was my day.She winked through the blinds,spilled…

Before language learned its bones,before breath became inheritance,The Wild One arrived already remembering—already knowing. Her soul cracked the cord at…

There was a night I realigned—not in a yoga pose or perfect chant,but in the tender hum between inhale and…

My love language?Ease.Elegance.Effort that doesn’t flinch. Spa days booked without me asking,flights already confirmed to someplacewith ocean views and linen…

I have love on speed dial—not the kind that begs or borrows,but the kind that arrives dripping in perfumeand the…

Oh, they said I was too much—too confident, too sensual, too sure—and I smiled, glossed my lips,and whispered, Darling, that’s…

Today I wear pearls,not because there’s a gala,But because my reflection deserved an ovation.Diamonds at brunch? Absolutely.I survived the storm,…

I woke up this morning like—So the sun showed up again,Just to remind me: you are still the occasion.And I…

I knew it was over the night the waiter forgot my name—the same one who used to greet melike sunlight…