I slowly learned that my capacity to love wasn’t a curse — it was a gift. I turned that love inward, forgiving myself for holding on too long, for loving too hard. I found strength in my softness, beauty in my brokenness, and hope in the realization that I could survive losing you. I rebuilt myself from the wreckage. I rediscovered the things that made me feel alive, reconnected with the people who reminded me of my worth. I learned that my capacity to love so deeply wasn’t a weakness — it was my superpower.

I started treating myself with the kindness I used to pour into you. I became my own safe place, my own best friend, my own greatest love. And in that, I found a strength I never knew I had. I rebuilt myself from the wreckage. I rediscovered the things that made me feel alive, reconnected with the people who reminded me of my worth. I learned that my capacity to love so deeply wasn’t a weakness — it was my superpower.

I started treating myself with the kindness I used to pour into you. I became my own safe place, my own best friend, my own greatest love. And in that, I found a strength I never knew I had.