Love is not predictable and healing is not linear. Heartbreak phases like the moon, seemingly circular at times. Like many, I allowed myself to love. Body, mind, and soul open to warmth and often met with uninvited pain. When the pain seems crippling, I write. When my voice falls on deaf ears, I write. When the world is asleep and there's no one to seek, I write. Written in the dead of night, all after midnight, these excerpts are my heart's product. I hope they find you when you need it most. I hope they make you feel less alone. I hope they help you heal too.