About

I've always been drawn to what goes unsaid. The pause before the confession, the tension behind a 'just wondering.' The silence after 'I'm fine.'

Almost Intimate exists in that space between connection and collapse. It's my attempt to make sense of the contradictions; the way we crave closeness and run from it, the way healing can feel like heartbreak.

This is what happens when someone with too much empathy and too much restraint finally stops holding it in. Part journal, part quietly chaotic love letter to anyone who has ever wanted more than enough.

It's about the almosts. The near misses. The ways we both betray and save ourselves sometimes at the same time.

I probably won't have all the answers. But I will ask the kind of questions that change how you think about the story.