I’ve always thought love is a bit like yarn, haven’t I? Tangled at first, looped in knots you didn’t mean to make, but oh—when it…

Oh, friends, the world’s a bit tangled, isn’t it? A place where borders rise like thorny hedges, yet hearts keep stretching across them, soft and…

Oh, friends, the world’s a bit tangled, isn’t it? A beautiful, messy garden where some flowers are trampled before they can even stretch toward the…