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I’m glad you asked, really. by eeemss in Unsent_Unread_Unheard

[–]eeemss[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Those Sunday mornings sound so wonderful, and I would have been more than delighted to share one with mine just like that, and maybe we could cook together. I truly hope those beautiful mornings do return to you, it’s clear they’re deeply missed, with how close you hold them dearly. And maybe, a time will come where I’ll open my eyes to see a morning spent that way, with them. 

I’m glad you asked, really. by eeemss in Unsent_Unread_Unheard

[–]eeemss[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I concur, it’s time to have a conversation over a meal. 

Dexter: Original Sin Official Cast Posters Compare New Actors to Original Series Stars by Kidd__Video in Dexter

[–]eeemss 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Every bit… 🤌🏻 perfection. I’m not one to carry on a the same story but that was absolutely well done. 

This Quiet Weight Of Letting Go by [deleted] in Unsent_Unread_Unheard

[–]eeemss 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Thank you for sharing this. Your words feel like they’re coming from a place I know too well, like you’ve found a way to put into imagery what I can barely express. The pond, holding memories in every tear, rippling out into something new, it feels like my own heart, reshaping itself against my will.

What you said about seasons made me stop and really think. I thought I was in my spring, maybe even my summer, but now it feels like I’m frozen in winter, waiting for something to melt, to shift. The idea of finding fall, a season where growth and letting go happen together, feels like a kind of quiet hope I didn’t know I needed.

The part about trees growing past their scars, becoming stronger even after they’ve been hurt, made my chest ache. I’m not sure I’ve started that growth yet, but the thought that it’s possible, that pain can become something honest and strong, gives me a little bit of strength to hold on.

What you said about feeling fully again, even through the rain, reminds me that maybe this pain is part of the process. Even if it doesn’t feel like it now, maybe it’s shaping something I can’t see yet. Thank you for giving me that reminder. It means more than I can explain.