Her Quiet Bloom

Love isn’t tidy—it’s messy confusing frustrating and sometimes hilarious. But it’s also where we find ourselves. These pages hold pieces of a woman’s heart—written in late-night overthinking in the softness of being cared for in the ache of distance wandering through longing jealousy laughter resilience union and in the quiet bloom of joy. This is a collection about what it means to love deeply to question to falter and to rise again. Above all this is a story of love—raw imperfect enduring.