13/07/2026
I no longer mourn the endings the way I used to.
Some people arrive like seasons—beautiful, necessary, and never meant to stay. They leave behind memories, lessons, and quiet reminders of who I was before life asked me to become someone stronger.
Heartbreaks did not ruin me; it reshaped me.
It softened the places that needed grace and strengthened the places that had forgotten their worth. It taught me that healing isn't about becoming who I was before—it is about becoming someone I had never met.
So I gathered every broken piece with gentle hands, not to rebuild the old version of myself, but to create someone who chooses peace, protects their heart, and blooms without needing permission.
Now, when I look back, I don't see failure. I see growth wearing the disguise of goodbye.
Some endings don't bury us.
They plant us.
And in time, we become the garden we once searched for in someone else. 🌿
