It’s funny how seriously we take life.
How we force things to stay in our lives,
believing they were meant to be permanent,
when in reality, they were just fleeting chapters.

Some memories might hurt less if forgotten,
but that would mean repeating them later.
So, I choose to keep them close,
as lessons, a part of me now.

There are moments when we cross paths,
and oddly, time doesn’t feel like the healer we expect.
My heart and mind want to speak the unspoken,
to let it all out until it feels lighter,
but sometimes, silence feels safer—
why tear yourself apart now only to gather the pieces later?

So, I sit with my thoughts,
watching past chapters occasionally resurface,
until they no longer do.
In this space, I’m trying to learn strength, self-love,
and the quiet comfort of being secure within myself.

It's true—sometimes, you love not to find the other person,
but to rediscover yourself.