Written in the Sky

As a child, I was taught not to make eye contact—to keep my head down, to look at my feet.
During my journey of healing, I learned to look up. I realized how much of life I had missed by keeping my gaze fixed on the ground.

That phrase—“Never stop looking up”—became a quiet promise I made to myself.

On this day, I didn’t feel like keeping it. I wanted to look down again. But I whispered the words, lifted my eyes—and saw this.

A heart in the sky.
A gift.
A reminder that even when love feels far away, it still finds a way to appear… if we only remember to look up.