Even Broken Things Bloom

She wanted the safe kind of love-the quiet kind, the easy kind. The kind that doesn't stay long enough to break anything.
He was none of those things.

In a world where masks feel safer than feelings, she perfected the art of settling: less hope, less hurt.
But some people arrive not to complete you.. Just to remind you that even broken things can bloom.

This isn't a fairytale.
It's a slow-burn undoing,
of a girl who mistook survival for living...
And the boy who never tried to fix her, only saw her clearly.