sometimes the hurt doesn’t come from the moment itself, but from the quiet knowing that someone you trusted didn’t choose your heart when it mattered. i’m learning that promises don’t break loudly — they crumble softly in the places where i thought i was safe, leaving me to hold the pieces alone. it’s strange how love can feel warm and cold at the same time, how one night can make you question your worth, even when you know you deserved better.
but i’m still here, breathing through the ache, reminding myself that my feelings are real even if someone else couldn’t honor them. this sadness isn’t weakness — it’s the echo of a heart that cared too deeply and got bruised in the process. and maybe that’s okay for now. i’ll let myself feel it, not because i’m fragile, but because healing starts with admitting that something hurt me.
i am too soft for this pain:)