“Her mind was a garden of untold stories, where love did not seek to be owned, but to be shared”
– M. Chalard
YOU
“She gave love like breathing — soft, constant, and unnoticed. Always the warmth, but never the place anyone stayed. Wanted for what she gave, not for who she was. They took her in pieces, never reading the whole. And yet, beneath the twilight sky, she still dreamed — not of being needed, but of being seen. Of a love that stays. Of finally being enough, just as she is.”
– M. Chalard
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Morgane E. Chalard 