People say to me:
“I’m so sorry you’re heartbroken.
I hope you heal soon.”
But what they don’t understand is,
I am grateful to have loved so deeply
that even heartbreak
doesn’t taste bitter,
and that even sorrow
has a sweetness to it.
Great loss can only come
from losing something truly great.
So I welcome the weight,
because I know
I once held the rarest,
most exquisite form of love.
I am privileged to have known it,
to have understood
what I was given.
And yes, sometimes it hurts.
But sometimes,
the memory of your smile
lights up the darkest corners of my soul.
I still feel our love
swirling in the quiet spaces between thoughts,
like a steady, unspoken truth.
Sacred love accepts the pain.
It does not twist it
into anger or resentment.
It carries it
as witness
to the heaven
we once lived.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
People say to me:
“I’m so sorry you’re heartbroken.
I hope you heal soon.”
But what they don’t understand is,
I am grateful to have loved so deeply
that even heartbreak
doesn’t taste bitter,
and that even sorrow
has a sweetness to it.
Great loss can only come
from losing something truly great.
So I welcome the weight,
because I know
I once held the rarest,
most exquisite form of love.
I am privileged to have known it,
to have understood
what I was given.
And yes, sometimes it hurts.
But sometimes,
the memory of your smile
lights up the darkest corners of my soul.
I still feel our love
swirling in the quiet spaces between thoughts,
like a steady, unspoken truth.
Sacred love accepts the pain.
It does not twist it
into anger or resentment.
It carries it
as witness
to the heaven
we once lived.
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