THE HUMAN CONNECTION

Yesterday, I realised something I am not sure I would have understood a year ago. Love does not always ask us to stay. Sometimes we walk hand in hand. We dance. We find the same rhythm without even thinking about it. We laugh at each other with that particular kind of complicity that cannot be manufactured, the quiet recognition that happens between two people who know each other beyond the things they say. Sometimes we hold each other for a long time. Long enough for the wor

Today, I found myself thinking about a conversation I had. One of those conversations that seems simple in the moment, but quietly stays with us for days. We were talking about life, about paths, about choices, about all the things that transform us without us even noticing. And, in a moment of true honesty, a sentence came out of me that surprised me with its simplicity: “For the first time in my adult life, I feel that I am not in love with anyone.” I said it without sadnes

Today, in the warm silence of the shower, a thought found me without asking permission. And suddenly, the tears came. Not the kind you choose, but the kind that fall on their own and steal the air from your lungs. How is it possible to live twenty years with someone... twenty years!... learning how to be friends, how to be shelter, how to be a team? To be a whole woman. To be a wife. To help each other cross life. To raise children side by side. To invent routines, memories,

It began before names. Before words. Before thought. A rhythm unspoken. Slow. Insistent. Impossible to resist. Minds brushing, leaning, circling. Hearts daring what bodies had not yet known. A gravity pulling without asking. A language only in pauses, in breaths, in the space between pulse and silence. And then… it shattered. Raw. Sudden. A weight cutting through everything. The rhythm trembling. Closeness dangerous. Trust fragile. The current faltered. Distance became mercy.

“This girl I know needs some shelter She don't believe anyone can help her She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage But you don't wanna get involved You tell her she can manage And you can't change the way she feels But you could put your arms around her I know you wanna live yourself But could you forgive yourself If you left her just the way you found her? I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow, protection I stand in front of you I'll take the force o

It still hasn’t passed. No matter how often I tell myself I’m fine, there is a part of me still stuck there... hands reaching backward, heart caught in a love that slipped away. It was real. God, it was real. So strong it felt eternal and yet so fragile it shattered the moment I needed it most. I gave everything. I loved without armor, without hesitation, like someone who truly believed forever was promised. And then... nothing. An emptiness so sudden it stole the air from my

At first, I was skeptical. I thought “Let Them” was just another American hype. But on the recommendation of a good friend, I bought it and it surprised me. I remember opening the first chapters with a bit of resistance, almost reading to prove myself right, that it would be nothing new. But as I kept going, something shifted. The simplicity of the message hit me harder than I expected: you cannot control people. You can’t make them love you the way you want, treat you how yo

I was 16. He was 19. He wanted the skies, I wanted stories. Somewhere between the edges of the map, we would meet… laughing, daring, teasing each other as if the world itself was ours to flirt with. He was wild, uncontainable, brilliant… sun tanned skin and those eyes that seemed to know every secret before I did. And that red leather jacket… his signature, his courage stitched into every thread. I used to watch it from afar, imagining the fire it carried. Now I wear it. More

September 2009. I left this house to get married. Not with doubt, but with a heart full of hope and hands open to the life ahead. Nights before, I’d sit on that old balcony, glass of wine in hand, wrapped in silence and soft questions: “Are you ready?” And I was. I loved fully. I chose with faith. It’s no accident that my entrance song was Only Time by Enya. Because only time knows what we can’t yet name. Only time reveals what love alone cannot carry. Now, almost sixteen yea