Missy Darcy

one thing you can be sure about is that I'll be loud enough for both of us. I'll fight the silence for you, for as long as it takes.

in this relationship, we never did anything the easy way. we found each other, lost each other — left when we wanted to stay, stayed when we probably should’ve left. there were moments where loving u felt like the most natural thing in the world and others where it felt like trying to hold onto something that kept slipping through my hands. and still... it was always you. not in a "everything works out perfectly" way, but in the kind of way where you choose someone even when it would be easier not to. where you walk away and somehow still find your way back. again and again. years later, we just needed time to become the people who could finally stay and for once, it feels like we’re not running out of time.

happy three years anniversary, my dear diary 💟

growing older feels less frightening for ourselves than for what it means for the ones we hold dear. watching your loved one's energy fades is like being reminded, in the most intimate way, that time doesn’t just age us — it takes away the versions of people we once knew, leaving us clinging onto what remains. it's a strange kind of grief, almost unsettling, to mourn those who are still breathing. and it leaves us with two emotions — gratitude for what remains and sorrow for what is gone. I wish I wasn't so observant sometimes, because I wouldn't notice every little change in people. but I can’t help it and that's what makes my heart aches.

the camera rolls fill with everything we don't want to lose. as we thought we were making memories, we didn't realize we were already becoming them — frozen forever in someone’s camera roll.