It didn’t happen all at once, mistakes rarely do. They slip in quietly, between words you didn’t mean and silences you let grow too long. This collection lives in that space: the aftermath. A person standing in front of someone they love, not perfect, not polished, just honest.

A story of owning the damage, of recognizing that being human means getting it wrong sometimes. Every piece carries that tension between regret and hope, between breaking and trying to mend. It’s not about excuses, it’s about acknowledgment.