#truths

Here is the quiet truth no one hands you when you are born with a heart that loves without armor and forgives without rationing...

You will spend seasons pouring oceans into cups that were never meant to hold you ~

You will know the strange ache of being both abundant and abandoned, your heart brimming with devotion while hairline fractures scatter beneath the surface.

To love deeply is to walk into rooms carrying sunlight, even when no one thinks to open the curtains for you.

To forgive easily is to keep planting gardens in soil that has never once promised spring.

And sometimes, in your tenderness, you will search for a single silver thread in someone woven entirely of absence ~

You will convince yourself there must be something salvageable beneath their ruin ~

You will bruise your own heart trying to polish stone into something that resembles gold ~

Yet there is the deeper truth beneath the breaking:

A heart that loves like this is not weak ~

It is vast.

It is cathedral and wildfire and open sky.

The lesson is not to love less.

It is to finally turn that holy devotion inward and refuse to bleed for those who would not bandage you.

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