Every day, every breath, every gesture-
It’s hard to explain, but everything feels different now.
Intimacy is different.
Hand-holding is different.
Even morning coffee is different.
The ordinary things we used to do without thinking — they’re not ordinary anymore. They carry weight now. They feel like gifts.
It’s not that the actions themselves have changed, but the way I see them has. I don’t brush past them anymore. I don’t take them for granted. I feel them.
And maybe that’s what the trauma left behind: the reminder that love is not something to be assumed — it’s something to be lived, even in the smallest, simplest moments.
