There’s this moment that sticks with me. I’m standing in front of my fridge at 11:47 p.m., wearing an old hoodie, half a protein bar in my hand, and this
There’s this moment that sticks with me. I’m standing in front of my fridge at 11:47 p.m., wearing an old hoodie, half a protein bar in my hand, and this
What if the mirror doesn’t lie—but maybe… it’s just not telling the whole truth? You catch your own reflection sometimes—half-distracted, half-hopeful—and there’s this split-second flicker where you wonder: “Is something
What if everything really could change with one single yes? Not the kind of yes you give when you’re nodding politely while secretly doubting yourself—but a messy, stubborn, gut-deep yes.