There are moments the heart breaks not just to ache, but to reveal. And when it does, something inside us quietly understands — this is not love, not the kind that holds or heals.
I’ve learned that when someone wounds you once, when trust cracks and truth slips away, it’s not just a mistake. It’s a mirror. And the choice to stay, to return, is often the beginning of forgetting yourself.
We try to make sense of the familiar, even when it hurts. We tell ourselves it might be different next time, that maybe this ache is just a part of loving deeply. But deep down, we know better.
I’ve come to see that life isn’t just about holding on — it’s also about knowing when to let go. It's about hearing the lesson the first time, and letting it change you.
There’s a quiet kind of strength in choosing a new direction. Not because it’s easy, but because your soul is ready. And when you finally listen, when you walk toward what’s unknown but honest, that’s when everything begins to shift.
*Author Unknown