Add blog via Astro content collections

Introduce blog support: content collection schema, listing and post
routes, and a sample Markdown post. Update docs and TODO; add blog
assets dir and adjust color variables in docs. Also set
absolute_redirect off in nginx.conf for container routing.

src/content/blog/love-without-access.md

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+---
+title: "Love Without Access"
+date: 2026-03-01
+description: "A reflection on a first love — what it meant, what it cost, and why distance was the most loving thing left."
+---
+
+*by LATTE*
+
+There was a time when I thought love was mostly about intensity.
+
+Waking up next to someone and feeling like the world aligned.
+Skin against skin.
+Breathing in sync.
+Power and surrender that were, underneath it all, just different shapes of trust.
+
+This isn't a story about blame.
+And it's not a story about anger.
+
+It's a story about something that stayed real…
+even after it stopped being reachable.
+
+---
+
+## How It Began
+
+We were friends first.
+
+Maybe that's what made it so deep. It didn't explode into existence — it grew. Slowly. Safely.
+From gaming together to talking for hours.
+From talking to tension.
+From tension to touch.
+
+And then, somehow, we became a home.
+
+Not the perfect kind.
+Not the easy kind.
+But the kind your body recognizes.
+
+---
+
+## What We Were
+
+From the outside, we looked like a relationship.
+
+On the inside, we were a system of trust.
+
+I was the one who brought structure.
+Who checked in.
+Who asked, "Are you still okay?"
+Who carried responsibility for safety.
+
+What some people would call dominance
+was, for me, care.
+
+And for him, surrender wasn't weakness.
+It was relief.
+
+But what I only understood later was this:
+
+Closeness regulated me.
+Distance regulated him.
+
+And that difference doesn't show up at the start.
+You only feel it when life gets heavy and love gets real.
+
+---
+
+## The Fracture
+
+There wasn't an explosion. No dramatic collapse.
+
+There was fatigue.
+Doubt.
+Silence.
+
+"I don't feel it anymore."
+
+And something in me went very quiet — and very loud — at the same time.
+
+Because I could still feel myself holding on.
+And carrying someone who no longer carries back
+exhausts you in a way no one sees.
+
+---
+
+## The After That Kept Me Stuck
+
+What made it hardest wasn't just the ending.
+
+It was the ambiguity after.
+
+Still sleeping next to each other.
+Still laughing.
+Still touching.
+
+But no longer together.
+
+A body that says yes.
+Words that say no.
+
+That contradiction doesn't just hurt emotionally — it destabilizes you.
+Hope becomes a reflex.
+And every time hope collapses, you fracture a little with it.
+
+I tried to understand. I tried to fix.
+I thought if I could articulate my love clearly enough, we could find safety again.
+
+But love is not code you can debug
+when one of you has already logged out.
+
+---
+
+## The Part Where Safety Changed
+
+And then there was the part people don't like to talk about:
+
+When something private stops being safe.
+
+When the inner room gets opened.
+
+I'm not writing this to accuse you.
+I'm writing this because it matters.
+
+Because trust isn't just "did you mean well."
+Trust is "did I feel protected."
+
+And after a certain point, I didn't.
+
+That's when I understood something important:
+
+Even love needs a locked door
+when the inside of you keeps getting exposed.
+
+---
+
+## What It Did to Me
+
+There were days my body shook.
+
+Days where seeing your name online
+made my chest tighten.
+
+Where I felt cold,
+then numb,
+then flooded.
+
+I don't write that for drama.
+I write it because endings are not abstract.
+
+When attachment breaks,
+the body reacts.
+
+I wasn't weak.
+I was grieving a nervous system bond.
+
+And at some point, I understood something else:
+
+Loving you was real.
+But staying in reach of you
+was slowly undoing me.
+
+So I chose distance.
+
+Not because I stopped loving you.
+But because I had to protect myself.
+
+No access wasn't punishment.
+
+It was survival.
+
+---
+
+## What I Understand Now
+
+Some people are not cruel.
+Not cold.
+Not heartless.
+
+They're overwhelmed.
+
+And when overwhelm becomes someone's default response to emotional depth,
+distance becomes their survival strategy.
+
+For a long time, I wondered if I was "too much."
+Too intense. Too deep. Too present.
+
+Now I know:
+
+I wasn't too much.
+We were mismatched in emotional capacity.
+
+I wanted co-regulation.
+He needed self-regulation.
+
+That's not villain and victim.
+That's architecture.
+
+---
+
+## On Being Replaced
+
+Yes — he found someone new quickly.
+
+That hurt.
+
+Not because he doesn't deserve happiness.
+But because what we had felt quiet and private,
+and what came after looked public and bright.
+
+I questioned whether I was replaceable.
+Whether I had simply been a phase.
+
+But love isn't a competition.
+
+What we had lasted years.
+It was layered. It was real.
+It mattered.
+
+Something ending does not mean it was nothing.
+
+---
+
+## For You
+
+If you ever read this —
+
+I want you to know that what we had was real to me.
+Not experimental. Not temporary. Not a placeholder.
+
+Real.
+
+You weren't just someone I loved.
+You were my first love.
+
+My first true one.
+
+The first person I chose fully.
+The first person I built a life around.
+The first person I learned love with.
+
+We were figuring things out together.
+Trying. Failing. Adjusting.
+Discovering what intimacy meant.
+Discovering what we meant.
+
+You weren't just someone who entered my life —
+you were part of my becoming.
+
+That matters.
+
+Not in a way that traps either of us.
+But in a way that leaves a mark.
+
+And I need to say this clearly:
+
+I was never angry at you.
+Not truly. Not even in the hardest moments.
+
+I was hurt.
+I was overwhelmed.
+I was trying to hold something I didn't yet know how to let go of.
+
+But even then, I wasn't against you.
+
+I saw you as someone struggling — not someone malicious.
+
+There were moments when you softened completely with me.
+Moments where you rested your full weight without guarding yourself.
+
+Those moments were real.
+You were there.
+You chose me then.
+
+And I don't erase that.
+
+Here is the honest truth:
+
+The love didn't vanish.
+Access did.
+
+And choosing no access
+was the hardest loving decision I've ever made.
+
+Because access requires safety.
+And safety requires consistency.
+And consistency requires a kind of staying that you couldn't give.
+
+So no, I'm not angry that you couldn't stay.
+
+I still love you.
+
+The love I had doesn't disappear just because access is gone.
+
+It changes shape.
+It becomes quieter.
+It becomes something I carry instead of something I reach for.
+
+And yes — I'm going to be a little playful about it:
+
+You're on my website. Do you get that?
+
+Not as a spectacle.
+Not as a wound.
+
+As a chapter.
+
+I don't delete chapters.
+I archive them properly.
+
+You were my first true love.
+The first person I learned how to love with.
+
+That doesn't give you access anymore.
+But it does give you permanence.
+
+That love still exists.
+
+It just no longer has a door.
+
+---
+
+## For Me
+
+I'm still learning.
+
+That giving doesn't have to be my identity.
+That caring doesn't mean abandoning myself.
+That intensity isn't a flaw.
+
+I don't need to shrink
+to be worthy of being held.
+
+The wolf in me was never meant to become smaller.
+Only to find the right pack.
+
+— LATTE

src/content/config.ts

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+import { z, defineCollection } from 'astro:content';
+
+const blog = defineCollection({
+  type: 'content',
+  schema: z.object({
+    title: z.string(),
+    date: z.coerce.date(),
+    description: z.string(),
+    draft: z.boolean().optional().default(false),
+  }),
+});
+
+export const collections = { blog };