Therapy Bits

Violet has given a quote and she said we can use it in our writing if we are so inspired.

The quote she provided is:

“Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.” — Toni Morrison, Beloved

Here is what I came up with for this prompt!

We were a season the calendar never learned how to hold. Some days I think of us as a warm front that never arrived, a forecast of sunlight that dissolved into drizzle before touching the ground. I keep finding echoes of you in the oddest places—inside the pause before a song’s last note, in the way a stranger brushes hair behind an ear, in the scent of rain waking dust on the sidewalk.

I tell myself I’ve let you go, but grief moves in circles, not lines; it returns like a tide that pretends to be new water. I carry the shape of you the way a shoreline remembers every wave that’s ever broken against it—quietly, faithfully, without choice.

If I’m honest, I don’t miss the things we said or even the things we meant. I miss the small silences between us, those unguarded spaces where our breaths braided together and the world seemed briefly less sharp. Love was simple then, or maybe I was simpler.

Now I walk with my hands open, not to reach for you—just to feel the wind slip through my fingers, reminding me that some things are beautiful precisely because they cannot be held.

The Letter | Thru Violet’s Lentz