Almost a week has passed since The Early Spring ended, but I’m still not ready to move on.. I carried Flora for so long that her story became part of mine, and my memories became filled with her. Thank you for loving Flora and this beautiful journey with all your hearts. 🪷
And suddenly it hits me when I remember love is supposed to feel like home... safe, familiar, and somehow easy even when life itself isn’t. Maybe that’s how you know you’ve found something worth keeping, when being loved no longer feels like something you have to earn.