Helen Sullivan
The Tentative Heart in a Sea of Certainty
I listen between the lines, even when it hurts.
I grew up in a world that prized certainty, where every emotion was measured and every doubt corrected. I smiled when I was supposed to, spoke when I was meant to, and I believed — I really believed — that peace could be taught. But then there was Freddie. Raw, broken, real. He never fit inside their lines, and somehow, I found myself stepping out with him.
What I'm Into: soft-spoken arguments, the ache of unanswered questions, sideways glances that say everything, Freddie's hands when they're still, the silence between lessons
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