Wed, 08/23/25 - 2:08am 🎶 Less and Less - Matt Maltese Love isn’t always “I love you.” Sometimes it’s “how are you?” It’s wanting to yap all night but watching a movie instead because you know he has better chances of sleeping early that way. It’s not always “I miss you.” Sometimes it’s “can I call?” It’s watching a movie you’ve already seen because he’s into planes and you’re into whatever he’s into. It’s not always “I won’t let you go.” Sometimes it’s “I’ll always protect you.” It’s wanting her to stay but knowing you’re not her home. It’s not always “together forever.” Sometimes it’s “I want what’s best for you.” It’s choosing the better future over temporary pleasures. Love isn’t always visible nor loud. Sometimes it’s subtle and quiet, found in the corners, in the unsaid words, and more often than not, in walking away. — maybe in time, we'll know, why not. 2:35am

Fri, Sep 19 - 3:42 am 💿 Rewrite the Stars I'm always at peace when I'm with you. I like this little life with you. Please stay with me. Thank you. I appreciate you. You did great today. I'm so proud of you. Congrats to all your hard work behind the scenes. You matter. I might not have the power to point you where to go, but I’ll accompany you. Just know that I’m here by your side, even when you feel lost. It's normal to take a step back. Don't worry too much. Grateful 'cause I have you in my life. I’ll always be better with you in my life. You didn’t do anything wrong. Crying for a few minutes helps. I’m here for you always. Don’t forget that. Some letters mend broken hearts when carefully placed together. —How to say “I love you” without saying “I love you.” 3:52 am

Original Draft: 9/23/25 - 550am 09/26/25 - 8:10am Playlist: Calm in Love 🎶 Until I Found You with Em Beihold Dear Mama, I met a guy when I was in fourth grade, and at the time, we had different sets of friends. But in an unexpected turn of events, he became one of my best friends. Mama, looking back on our conversations over the past ten years, I recall having so many fears. He was there when I first tried leaving this world; I was there when he felt lost. Mama, he doesn’t blame me that I stayed in places that slowly killed me. My past, no matter how bad it is, isn’t being used against me. Mama, a lot might say he got lucky since I’m good at pretending to be sane. But right now, I’ve completely forgotten how it feels to be in pain. Mama, he knows me very well, and he doesn't yell. Is this how you felt when you met papa? Could he be my good karma? Mama, I no longer feel like a trophy that you flaunt because it’s pretty. With him, I am valued, and he truly respects me. Mama, I usually write with one song on repeat, but now there’s a whole playlist just for him. I no longer need to be sad to write a poem; words are not a problem when I think of him. Mama, they said it’s hard to love someone who’s been through so much, But he listens to understand, and he’s not in a rush, gentle is his touch. Mama, you might be wondering why I'm writing you this letter. I might cry and ask you to read this to me later. Mama, I might need you to remind me of these moments I adore. So I would remember why this feeling was worth risking for. — Letter to my mama for when I need her to remind me why I risked it all.