I Miss Her but....

This one’s for the ones we still ache for, even when they hurt us. When friendships fade—or fracture—it’s not just the person we miss. It’s who we were with them. In this soft, vulnerable space, I talk about the grief that comes from losing someone who’s still alive, the guilt that sticks, and the quiet power in saying, I miss her... but I don’t miss how she made me feel at the end.

💔 For anyone carrying heartbreak that doesn’t come with closure.

💌 You’re not wrong for remembering the good while letting go of the bad.