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This is a love story. A story about how love became the mirror that forced me to confront the fractures in my soul.
When your past is a haunted house-echoing with the whispers of abandonment, the shadows of betrayal, and the ghosts of wounds you've buried-falling in love feels less like a fairy tale and more like a reckoning. Your love story is a collision of tender first kisses and panic attacks in the dark, of hands that promise forever but trigger memories of those who left.
Through fragmented chapters of heartache and hope, you unravel how trauma taught you to love like a storm: fiercely, destructively, always waiting for the sky to fall. But as your relationship teeters between salvation and collapse, you begin to trace the patterns-how every argument, every flinch at intimacy, every midnight confession is a thread leading back to the child who learned to survive, not to trust.
This is a story of unbecoming-of peeling back the layers of fear, anger, and shame armor-plated around your heart. It's about the nights you sobbed into your partner's shirt, the mornings you woke up ready to run, and the slow, aching realization that healing isn't erasing the past, but stitching a future from its scraps.
With haunting suspense, you'll ask: Can love rewrite the DNA of a broken heart? The answer lies in the quiet moments-the handwritten apology notes slipped under doors, the vulnerability of saying "I'm scared," and the courage to finally face the reflection in the mirror: not a victim, but a warrior, flawed and still fighting.
Raw, lyrical, and unflinchingly honest, this memoir is for anyone who's ever wondered if they're too damaged to be loved... and dared to believe they're not.