c is my favorite letter

There’s something about the letter C that feels like home to me—

soft at the edges, curved like it’s always making space for something tender

C is for connection, the kind that wraps around you like quiet comfort

C is for croissants, warm and golden, shared slowly in soft mornings where nothing else matters.

C is for the crescent moon, hanging gently in the sky like a secret, like a promise that even in partial light, we’re still whole

And maybe most of all…C is for the way my heart curves toward you—

not sharp, not forced, just naturally, like it was always meant to find its shape there

If I could gather all my feelings into one place

they’d look like a sky full of crescent moons,

a table scattered with flaky crumbs and laughter,

and a thousand little hearts, all quietly beginning with the same letter

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