I spent part of my childhood living with my grandparents. Thereafter most weekends and school holidays. I remember thinking that they were always attending funerals. Sometimes they would take us with. None of us knew at the time that they were quietly teaching us how to show up.
‘there is love in leaving. we started with honesty, let us end with it too. let us be honest in saying this love we shared has completed it’s cycle. there is more love out there, better love and it cannot be found here between you and i.’ - Nwai
Being asked a really good question feels phenomenal. The type of question that leads to a thoughtful conversation where I almost have to collect my thoughts before diving into it. That scratches my brain so goood. It makes me feel so known and desired