I started this collection with the intent to empty my heart, to let the words spill when I could no longer hold them in. Love poems were supposed to be easy, but every time I tried, something else emerged�memories I shouldn�t hold onto, feelings I swore I had let go of, and echoes of things that never really existed. What began as a simple attempt to capture love morphed into an exploration of pain, longing, and self-discovery.
The words bled onto the pages, creating a narrative of lost connections and unspoken truths. In the end, the story isn�t mine anymore.