For the longest time, I thought love was something that happened once —
a single story that ended too soon, leaving me afraid to ever begin again.
Every time someone smiled at me, I saw your face.
Every time someone reached out, I pulled away.
Because how do you trust love when it has already broken you?

But healing has a quiet rhythm.
It starts when you stop chasing the past and start noticing the small kindnesses in the present.
The way the sun still rises.
The way laughter sounds in a crowded place.
The way your heart still beats, even when you swore it wouldn’t.

One day, someone new will look at you — not through your scars, but into them.
And it won’t feel like fireworks or fate.
It’ll feel like peace.
It’ll feel like breathing after a storm.

You’ll realize love isn’t supposed to fix you.
It’s meant to meet you — exactly where you are, messy and unfinished.
It’s not about forgetting the ones who hurt you; it’s about remembering that your heart still knows how to open.

Love again — not because you’ve healed completely,
but because you’re brave enough to believe in what could be beautiful again.

And when you do, it won’t be the same kind of love you lost —
it’ll be gentler, wiser, and real in ways it never was before.

Because love, the second time around,
isn’t about starting over —
it’s about continuing,
with a softer heart and a stronger soul.

Always and Forever

💬 Have you ever learned to love again after being broken? Share your story — someone out there might find their courage in your words.