For the delulu girlies who fall in love with fictional men before breakfast,
who believe bare minimum is boring,
and that love should be loud, healing, and holy.
For the ones who set the bar in the stars—
may you never lower it for a man who can’t reach.
And for the real men reading this:
Take notes.
She deserves a love that feels like her favorite chapter—
the one she keeps rereading because it makes her feel safe.
Soft.
Seen.
Writing has always been my escape—my way of turning pain into poetry and silence into stories. With your support, I hope to invest more time and resources into my storytelling journey: better editing, creating beautiful cover art, eventually self-publishing my novels, and maybe even bringing my fictional men to life in a cozy little paperback world. Every bit of your love helps me stay consistent, feel seen, and believe that my voice—though shaped by heartbreak—is still worth hearing. This is more than just writing for me… it’s healing, and I’m so grateful you’re part of it. 💖
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