Her:
“You know… loving someone after you've spent years putting your broken pieces back together is not soft. It’s not butterflies and stars. It’s terrifying.”
Him:
“Because you’re scared I’ll break you?”
Her:
“No… because I’ve just learned how to hold myself gently.
And now… I have to teach someone else how to do it too. Without losing myself again.”
Him:
“You won't lose yourself. Not this time.”
Her:(smiles faintly)
“I hope not. But loving someone when you’ve taught your heart to stop needing anyone—it’s like asking it to breathe underwater again. It burns. It’s unfamiliar. It’s beautiful… but it hurts.”
Him:
“Then let me be your air. No pressure. No rushing. Just slow… safe… healing love.”
Her:
“That’s what makes it scary. Because that kind of love? That’s the one that rewrites everything I thought I knew about survival.”
Healing doesn’t end when love begins.
Sometimes, love is where the healing deepens… or gets tested all over again.
✨ To every woman learning to love while healing—
You are brave.
You are soft.
You are allowed to be both.
-Muskaan Taqdees