16/06/2026
I hesitated before sharing this.
Not because I am ashamed of it, but because there is still so much tenderness around this wound.
For most of my life, I hoped that one day my sister and I would find our way back to each other.
Not into perfection.
Just into a relationship.
A conversation. A smile. A willingness to be in each other's lives.
The older I get, the more I realize that some of the deepest griefs are not the relationships we lose.
They are the relationships we never quite get to have.
This grief has taught me about longing, hope, rejection, and the limits of what one person can do alone.
And lately it has been teaching me something else:
That loving someone and accepting reality are sometimes two different things.
I still hope.
But I am learning not to abandon myself while I wait.
To love what is here.
To grieve what is not.
And to keep my heart open anyway.
❤️