I wrote Flowers in Your Heart during a time when I was trying to hold onto love like it was the last sacred thing I had. It felt delicate, precious, full of potential.
Now? I still believe in love.
But I also believe in the pain of loving wrong, the ache of loving too much, and the quiet courage it takes to try again.
This follow-up isn’t tied up with a bow. It’s messy and bruised, full of jagged edges and open wounds.
But it’s mine.
It’s growth.
It’s the flowers that bloom after everything burned down.
I'll be publishing the full piece here soon. It deserves its own space.