Hey, you. Yes — you, the one holding this fragile little story in your hands (or, more likely, scrolling on your phone at 2 AM).
First of all, hi. Second, wow. You're really here.
This is the first time I've written in a long time. I almost forgot how terrifying it is to start from a blank page — and how weirdly brave it feels to let people peek inside your heart. Words used to pour out of me. Then life happened, as it tends to do. And somewhere along the way, I went quiet. I'm sharing this with you because I trust you with my story.
But this story… it called me back.
'Tears in Heaven' was born from grief, yes — but also from all the beautiful things that live beside it: memory, love, softness, and second chances. The title is a reflection of the emotional journey I've been on, and it's about what happens after the world breaks.
And maybe — just maybe — what happens when we try to rebuild something from the pieces.
If this story finds you in a soft place, a sad place, or somewhere in between—whether you're grappling with loss, feeling the weight of the world, or just in need of a little comfort — I hope it speaks to you. I hope it whispers what my heart has been learning in the dark: that God does not waste our pain, that He is near the brokenhearted, and that even the tiniest ember of faith can outlast the night. Even if it's just a quiet ache or the smallest spark of hope, I pray it ignites something within you.
Thank you for investing your time in this. Your presence here gives a maybe-writer like me the courage to come home to words again, and to remember that telling stories is also a way of bearing witness — of sharing how grace finds us where we are. Your presence is a gift, and I am deeply grateful for it.
I've missed this.
I've longed for this connection, even if we only meet here, between the lines.
"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." — Lamentations 3:22–23
With love,
InkSerene