Mosaic Broken Hearts: August

I didn’t ask for this summer to change me but it did. I came here thinking I could just escape for a little while. Breathe. Hide. Maybe even forget. But life, love, and the messiness in between had other plans.

Between the late-night confessions, the unexpected moments, and the way they looked at me like I was something worth saving, everything shifted. I was supposed to be guarded, composed, in control, perfect. But somehow, I found myself caught between the ghosts of what I left behind and the fire of something I never saw coming.

Each moment here, every stolen glance, every mistake, every touch I shouldn’t have wanted, pulled me deeper into something real. Something terrifying. Something beautiful.

This isn’t just a love story. It’s my story. A story about heartbreak, desire, family secrets, and choosing yourself even when everything around you says not to.

So if you’re wondering how I got here… just know, it started with a crack in my armor and ended with me finding the one thing I never expected to lose.

Myself.