She believed love meant staying. So she stayed through every lie, every betrayal, every apology that sounded more convincing than the last. She forgave until forgiveness became a habit, and loved until there was nothing left of herself to give. Somewhere between second chances and broken promises, she lost the girl she used to be. Walking away wasn't the end of her heartbreak, it was the beginning of finding herself again. Just when she had convinced herself that love was something you had to beg for, someone unexpected stepped into her life and showed her otherwise. With him, love wasn't a battle to be won or affection to be earned. It was patient. It was certain. It chose her-without hesitation. But when you've spent so long surviving a love that only knew how to hurt you, can you truly believe you're worthy of one that never asks you to?