I remember the nights that seemed endless, the quiet hours I spent hoping someone would show up in ways they never could. I carried the weight of absence, the echoes of things left unsaid, and slowly I began to notice the spaces where I had been giving too much. Time, gentle and relentless, showed me that some hearts cannot be bent, and some paths cannot be forced. Now I move differently, not lighter, not careless, but with a tenderness that only comes from learning how to hold yourself steady, letting the world arrive on its own rhythm, and leaving behind what was never meant to stay.”