From the collection I’ve always known you’d fall into me, looks like we were just a moment, too is a portrait of almost — of something real that never fully arrived.
It’s about the kind of connection that feels fated but unfinished. Where everything aligned except the timing. The feeling was mutual, the pull magnetic… but life got in the way, or maybe you both did. This piece holds that ache — the quiet acceptance that some people aren’t meant to stay, even if it never felt like an accident that they showed up.
“Our timing never did feel like a coincidence.”
Maybe it wasn’t.
But it wasn’t enough either.
This piece remembers that kind of love. The kind that leaves you wondering if, in another version of your life, it could’ve worked.
From the collection I’ve always known you’d fall into me, looks like we were just a moment, too is a portrait of almost — of something real that never fully arrived.
It’s about the kind of connection that feels fated but unfinished. Where everything aligned except the timing. The feeling was mutual, the pull magnetic… but life got in the way, or maybe you both did. This piece holds that ache — the quiet acceptance that some people aren’t meant to stay, even if it never felt like an accident that they showed up.
“Our timing never did feel like a coincidence.”
Maybe it wasn’t.
But it wasn’t enough either.
This piece remembers that kind of love. The kind that leaves you wondering if, in another version of your life, it could’ve worked.
