Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
A Message to Women
This isn’t advice.
It’s acknowledgment.
For the weight you carry without asking to be seen.
For the tenderness you protect like a second language.
For the way you keep moving, even when stillness would be easier.
This message isn’t here to fix you.
It’s here to recognize you.
You don’t owe the world resilience.
You don’t owe beauty an explanation.
You don’t owe anyone access to your becoming.
This is simply a letter—
written with care,
received without obligation.
A message to women,
for everything you’ve already survived
and everything you’re still choosing.
A Message to Women by Reyna Biddy
Daydream Audio
Enough
Forget the performance.
I keep my heart
where it can breathe
without auditioning.
I am not more
when I’m chosen,
and I am not less
when I’m left.
Nothing is missing.
Nothing needs approval.
I didn’t become enough—
I remembered I already was.
Maybe love isn’t enough.
Maybe what I’m asking for
is to be loved
the way I need.
Maybe I’m asking for a home
inside a person.
If your heart can’t hold me,
hold me in your soul.
Forget the performance.
I keep my heart
where it’s safe.
Nathalie
A quiet thank-you to someone who showed up with consistency, grace, and care
—before it was understood, before it was returned.
“Some people love you without ever asking to be chosen.”
For many years.
I’ve had a friend named Nathalie.
I liked her.
She knew I liked her.
When I met another girl,
she got jealous—
but never cruel.
She hugged me every day.
Every single day.
She’d say,
don’t pick me
like she was already protecting herself
from the future.
When I got locked up,
she wrote me.
I still have that letter.
That’s not nostalgia—
that’s proof.
I never forgot
I just didn’t know how to say
thank you back then.
So this is me saying it now.
I see you.
I remember you.
I appreciate you.
Some love doesn’t ask for anything.
It just stays kind.