From the To the sweetest fate I could ever find. collection, eyes closed and breath uneven captures that fragile space between desire and misunderstanding — the kind of intimacy that feels sweet in the moment but sharp in reflection.
This piece is about the confusion of closeness, how sometimes we accept friction as love, mistaking the charge of tension for the comfort of care. It’s about the blur between what we want to feel and what’s actually being offered.
“We mistook tension for tenderness again.”
There’s a strange beauty in trying anyway —
even when you know you’re wrong about what it is.
From the To the sweetest fate I could ever find. collection, eyes closed and breath uneven captures that fragile space between desire and misunderstanding — the kind of intimacy that feels sweet in the moment but sharp in reflection.
This piece is about the confusion of closeness, how sometimes we accept friction as love, mistaking the charge of tension for the comfort of care. It’s about the blur between what we want to feel and what’s actually being offered.
“We mistook tension for tenderness again.”
There’s a strange beauty in trying anyway —
even when you know you’re wrong about what it is.
