Some people come into your life when you least expect it. You weren’t searching, guarding your heart, or planning for anything serious—and somehow, they slipped in anyway. Quietly. Naturally. Before you realized it, they were woven into your daily thoughts, your routines, your hopes for what could be.
And then, without warning, they were gone.
No slow goodbye. No explanation that made sense. Just absence where something meaningful once lived. That kind of ending leaves you holding unanswered questions and emotions you didn’t get the chance to prepare for.
If this is where you are right now, please know this: your pain doesn’t mean you imagined the connection. It means you allowed yourself to feel. And that takes courage.
Not every love is meant to stay, but every love leaves something behind. It teaches you what you value, how deeply you can care, and what you deserve moving forward. Even when it hurts, the love you gave was never wasted—it shaped you.
Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means carrying the lesson without carrying the weight forever. You will grow softer in wisdom and stronger in boundaries. And one day, the love that stays will meet you with clarity, not confusion.
Until then, be gentle with yourself. You’re becoming.
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