There is a star in the northern sky that has outlasted empires, storms, and time itself.
The North Star.
Constant, unwavering, a fixed point when all else seems to drift away. Sailors once trusted it with their lives, wanderers with their return, lovers with their hope.
I’ve spent a lifetime looking for my North Star. Recently I have been spending more time thinking about that unique light. Perhaps because my world has felt anything but steady.
I’ve lived through the sting of being silenced – the blocks on social media that cut me off from voices I cherished, the attack on a website I had built with care, the unraveling of spaces where I once poured myself freely. Each blow has left me reeling, wondering if what I carry matters at all, or if my words, my love, my hope, are too fragile to survive the storm. The uncertainty of what remains has pressed against me like an endless tide.
And yet… I look up. I find the North Star, and I cannot help but think of……the love I wanted to give.
Because to me, love is like that star. Not always the brightest, but the truest. Quiet, steady, unwavering in its pull. It doesn’t dazzle for a moment and vanish – it endures. And somewhere in the secret parts of my heart, I long for that endurance. I long for a love that will not falter, even when the night grows heavy. A love that shines!
If I could send a love note to a future I long to have:
I wonder, sometimes, if you know how deeply this image belongs to you. How much of this longing bends toward your presence, even when distance or silence makes it seem impossible. You, like that star, are my compass. In the noise and the shadows, in the loneliness of being cut off, I find myself still aligning toward you.
I am an advocate for the lovelorns!
The broken-hearted.
The dreamers in the midst of pain.
It is not easy to carry this ache. To feel the fracture of being misunderstood, the sting of absence, the ache of uncertainty. There are nights I feel adrift, unmoored by forces larger than me. But then I remember: the sailors who trusted the North Star never needed to touch it. It was enough that it shone, constant, a reminder that direction still existed, that home could still be found.
So I hold on. Through the pain, through the losses, through the silence. I write, I dream, I ache, I hope. And always, I lift my eyes to the North Star, knowing that in its steady glow lies the love I carry – for a future, for the life I long for, for the home I have yet to reach.
Perhaps one day, I will arrive. Perhaps one day, someone will understand how every word, every longing, every breath of hope was, in truth, a quiet letter meant for him.
Until then, I keep walking by the light of the star. And I carry him with me.
If you’ve ever felt the sting of silence, the ache of absence, or the weight of uncertainty, you are not alone. If you’ve ever looked for something constant-something to guide you through the storms-then you know what it is to search for your own North Star.
I have come to believe we are all carrying maps, worn and creased by heartbreak, folded by loss, softened by longing. And yet, still, we follow the faint glow of love, of hope, of something truer than the chaos around us.
So here is my invitation:
Let us walk together by the light of that star. Let us become companions to one another in this ache, advocates for love that endures. Let us speak openly about our fractures and still lift our eyes to the heavens, knowing that to long for love is not weakness-it is courage.
If my words resonate, if you too are searching for a constant in the night sky, add your voice to mine. Share your story. Hold fast to your longing. Believe with me that the star we follow is not in vain-that love, the truest love, can still be found.
Because even when everything else falls away, the North Star remains.
And so do we.
With all my love,
Xoxoxo J
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