Muksan

I’m not very good with words.

I never really have been. I go quiet at exactly the moments I should be saying the most, and the things I feel the strongest are the ones I struggle hardest to get out.

So I made this instead — somewhere I could finally say a few of them. Take your time. There’s no rush, the same way there’s never a rush with you.

thank you — for all of it

The thousand small things.

• For all the small things you do that you think slip by unnoticed. They don’t. I notice every one.
• For making the heavy days feel lighter, just by being somewhere inside them.
• For your patience with me — especially on the days I’m the one making it hard.
• For carrying so much, so quietly — and never once making me feel like a burden for it.

It’s a lot, Muksan. More than I let on — and I’m grateful for every bit of it.

you’re on my mind

Here, or not here.

When you’re with me, I’m thinking of you. When you’re not, I’m still thinking of you.

You’re in the quiet moments and the loud ones — the ordinary days, and the ones I’ll never forget.