Building With the Bricks We Carry
I’ve always been drawn to houses—not the glossy, perfect ones in magazines, but the lived-in kind. The ones with creaky floors, paint peeling at the corners, walls that whisper the history of laughter, arguments, and quiet nights. Relationships are exactly like that. They aren’t built overnight. They aren’t built from perfection. They’re built from bricks—some smooth, some cracked, some heavy, some jagged, and some unexpectedly beautiful. Some of the bricks we carry are handed down to us—lessons, fears, and habits from our families, sometimes unnoticed until they press against us. Some we collect along the way—heartbreaks, mistakes, regrets, dreams that never quite materialized. Some bricks are light, easy to hold. Others weigh so much it feels like they could break your back. And yet, they are all we have. When I first brought my bricks to love, I wanted only the perfect ones. I wanted everything to fit seamlessly. I wanted a relationship without cracks. But love doesn’t work tha...
