ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Basically 2024 sucked.
2024 lived in the shadow of 2023. 2023 was all about exploring new places, falling in love, traveling, and feeling that exciting anticipation. Would she actually show up at the airport after my grueling 22-hour flight? This was someone I had only met through an online game! What would I do if she didn’t show? I’d be in a foreign country all by myself. But then, as my attendant and I turned the corner, there she was, right outside Burger King in the outer terminal by the parking garage. My heart was racing; I recognized that smile from our video chats, and I was completely at a loss for words. I ran my fingers through my hair, which had grown longer than it had in years. It felt like my attendant was pushing my wheelchair 1” per minute, like time had slowed down. I finally stood up, stepping away from the wheelchair, frozen for a moment. She pulled me in for a hug, and I could smell her scent—something I had never experienced before. I know it sounds odd, but it was special. She kissed me on both cheeks, a sweet gesture that seemed to be customary there. I spent a month with her, and leaving was tough. I loved it there, and her family and the kids loved me too. As the months went by, we kept chatting, but things started to shift. She seemed less patient with my emotional or romantic moments, and my anxiety sometimes got the best of me. She had invited me back to Istanbul for April 2024, which I was excited about, but she wouldn’t talk about the trip until it got closer. I started to worry that she might not want me to come anymore. As 2024 rolled in, our conversations dwindled. She insisted everything was fine, but my anxiety was skyrocketing.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Motivation
