Once, deep within the heart, there existed a sacred space — tender and unguarded — that loved without boundaries, trusted without hesitation, and welcomed every wave of pain as though it were a lesson in disguise. In its innocence, it forgot one truth — to turn that love inward, to heal the bruises it carried in silence.
Time, gathered those broken fragments — each scar, each tear, each forgotten whisper of strength and though slowly, from the ruins, a new heart began to form. The heart that no longer seeks any validation in others’ warmth. It knows the art of mending, the grace of solitude, and the beauty of self-cherishing.
Now, it beats with wisdom — gentle yet unwavering. It refuses to dim its light for acceptance, or to compromise on what sets its soul ablaze.
For at last, she understands — her life, her love, her peace are her own… and that is where her healing truly began.
