I honor the love that was.
It was real, it was meaningful, and it shaped me.
We laughed, we cried, we grew—
and though the story changed,
I hold no bitterness in my heart.
I choose to honor what we had
not by clinging to it,
but by letting it lift me
into the next chapter of my life.
I smile at the memories.
They were mine,
they mattered,
and they brought me here.
Here is good.
Here is wiser, deeper, more awake.
I walk forward with joy,
grateful for love past,
and open to love yet to come—
in all its forms.
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