Space obsession, queen confessions.
I’ve never been the type to blame Mercury Retrograde for everything. Spilled coffee? My clumsy hands. Missed text? Probably just bad service. But there was this one retrograde—let’s call it the Great Cosmic Timeout of late 2024—that snuck up, flipped my life upside down, and somehow ended up being the best thing that could have…
I loved him the way stars love their own fire: fiercely, completely, without question. We burned bright together, a single radiant point in the vast dark. Our days were solar flares of laughter and touch; our nights were quiet fusion, two hearts generating light that felt endless. I thought we were eternal. I thought we…