We forget that every day we’re lifting our head from the pillow counts as something. We forget how strong we truly are.

You heal—one piece, one fragment, one crack at a time—because you can, because you deserve to.

You cannot rush the reconstruction of a heart.

I am not afraid to shed the skin that once was warm with your touch. The familiarity I wore like an extra layer—one, for the longest time, I was too stubborn to take off.

I will survive. We will all survive.

Sometimes lost love is a reminder. Of who we are. Of our worth.

You have expectations—for yourself, for your future lover, for life—that you never had before.

Heartbreak is merely a designated place for us to do our deepest healing in. This is the space for questions, analyzing, transformation, and evolution.

I will not let myself be defined by a man who walked away.

Heartbreak is not meant to be a permanent resident.