I’m still healing. Some days are lighter now, but the scar is there. It doesn’t define me anymore, but it changed me. And maybe that’s what heartbreak really is — not the end of love, but the painful proof that you were capable of feeling something that deep in the first place.
Heartbreak taught me that love can be the most beautiful thing and the most painful at the same time. It’s not just missing the person — it’s missing the version of yourself you were when you were with them. The version that believed in forever.