This work was born out of love and its ruins. For the past ten years, I have photographed the quiet aftermath of intimacy —the traces left behind by relationships, the slow construction and collapse of a home within another person. The images unfold through gestures, textures, and the smallest fragments of daily life. They are documents of affection and anxiety, of the fragile balance between care and self-loss. Through this long process, I have tried to understand how we seek refuge in others —how we mistake love for healing, and how beauty persists even in what is broke.