The older we get, the more we realize that love—this thing we’re told is the essence of life—isn’t the fairy tale we once believed. It’s not always roses and moonlit dances. Sometimes, it’s standing in the rubble of something you thought would last forever, wondering where it all went wrong.
You’ve been there. You’ve loved with everything you had. You poured your heart into someone, believing they were your forever. You held on, even when their words stung, even when their silences screamed louder than any argument. Because that’s what love is, right? Sacrifice? Patience? Hope?
But then… sometimes, no matter how much you give, it doesn’t work. The fairytale collapses, leaving you holding the shards of your own heart, trying to figure out how to keep breathing when it feels like the world has stopped spinning.
And oh, the pain. It’s a hollow ache that doesn’t let up, a weight in your chest that refuses to lift. You lie awake at night, replaying every word, every look, every moment, wondering if you missed the signs. Was it you? Were you not enough?
But let me tell you this: it’s not your fault. Love is messy, unpredictable, and sometimes, it just isn’t meant to be. And while it doesn’t feel like it now, there’s beauty in that too—in the courage it takes to love, knowing the risks, and the strength it takes to let go when it’s time.
So, my dear friend, just try your best not to get hurt. Guard your heart, but don’t let it harden. Love fiercely, but love yourself enough to walk away when it no longer nourishes your soul. And remember: even when love breaks you, it also teaches you how to heal, how to grow, how to love again.
Because despite the pain, we’ll always choose love. Every. Single. Time.
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