Often, people part ways because something is amiss—whether it be a lack of respect, compassion, intimacy, or compatibility.
Yet not all interrupted stories stem from absence; some souls run away from genuine love.
They discover a divine connection that transcends the ordinary, and marvel at how deeply they can see into each other's souls.
Blinded by the light they share and overwhelmed by their passion, shaken by the profound depth of their bond and intimacy,
They come to realize that, just as orchids don't thrive in the desert, a love so magical is not meant for this earth. But before parting ways, they accept this divine gift with gratitude.
With tender care, they honor each precious memory of their union and tuck them away deep in their hearts. Ensuring their story can live on as a lasting source of light and joy, reminding them they once found "The One."

And just like that, I'm jolted awake from a deep sleep,  
fully alert in the comforting familiarity of my surroundings,  
where a list of expectations and commitments awaits me.  
I bury my head deeper into the pillow,  
yearning to return to that enchanting dream  
where I could take flight and sing like an angelic bird.  
In that dream, I can be anything I desire to be,  
even if it lasts a few brief moments.  
Yet, just like the relentless passage of time,  
I can't reclaim or relive a dream,
but wait, I have been given a new day to recreate things I do enjoy.  
While anticipating the discoveries still waiting to be made.
With this realization, I leap out of bed, excited to embrace the wonders of today.
How fortunate to live and enjoy both of these worlds,
Each offering its unique beauty and experiences.

As I sift through the old albums,
I come across photos of us captured over many seasons—reminders of our journey together,
From discovering first love to the time we drifted apart and became strangers.
I'm taken aback by the emotions that arise as I hold these memories. Remembering our season of blooming, I can still feel the magic of walking on cloud nine.
I am deeply grateful for the countless joyful moments we shared, each one a treasure in its own right.
For the most part, it seems time has faded the bitterness and sorrow while preserving the happy memories intact—so I thought.
Until I come to the pictures of our child.
His smile, a facade that barely conceals the anxiety in his eyes and the tension in his fists, brings back a flood of painful memories.
All he ever wanted, all he truly deserved, was to feel loved, to know he belonged, and to have a home with both families.
I bow my head in shame, remembering how he became a pawn in this battle for power.
The price he paid for belonging to a family unit that chose resentment over kindness towards a child is heartbreaking.

What good is the law that requires a mother to send the child to spend time with their father, but it cannot enforce that the father be loving or kind?
The father could tell the child that he has no food for him,
or make the hungry child sleep on a cold floor without facing any repercussions.
I can let go of the acts of betrayal and attacks that were directed at me.
But how do I forget or forgive the arrows that pierced the innocence and trust of our child, whom we all failed to protect?

I found myself growing weary of waiting by the door,
Hoping for a burst of new happiness to sweep in.
As I glanced around to make space for this new joy,
I saw a home full of blessings that I had overlooked.
The shiny wrapping may have faded away,
But the steady warmth of love had been right there.

It bloomed in those fragrant "just because" flowers,
In the comfort of warm hugs and soothing cuddles.
It was present in daily acts of kindness and routines,
Like the dishes that magically clear away after dinner,
Or the cup of morning tea made just the way I like it.

Love isn't about grand gestures or poetic moments,
It's about consistent acts of care and kindness.
It thrives in the everyday details that matter.
A love that sees you, values your worth, and chooses you,
It is a blessing worth celebrating, protecting, and fighting for.

If you've ever given in to temptation,  
Swayed with indulgence,  
Embraced the allure of the forbidden,  
Veered off the well-worn path,  
Or found yourself wandering through life's twists and turns,  
If life has, at times, cracked open your heart,  
Congratulations!  
You have truly delved into the depths of existence.  
To experience life so intimately is a rare gift.

"Did I really do that? What was I thinking? Was that really me?"
If you find yourself questioning an action you just took, and trying to make sense of it.
When you experience a moment that feels both exhilarating and out of character,
When something overpowers your logic, pride, and even ego, leaving you feeling stunned, happy, and confused all at once.
Don't beat yourself up over it; instead, say a prayer of gratitude. You have just experienced humility.
Humility serves as a reminder that we are complex beings with a shadow side, and it's essential to acknowledge all parts of ourselves.
Only then can we truly experience compassion, acceptance, and self-love.

You are precisely as my soul remembers you—familiar and unchanged,
Yet somehow distant from what my heart believes you could be. When our souls recognize someone but hesitate to connect,
We must pause or, better yet, swiftly exit through the nearest gate. Our souls carry the memory of past karmic connections,
Familiarity doesn't always mean safety or a genuine bond of love.

We must learn to identify past cycles that are not worth repeating.
Once we have mastered the art of avoiding a repeat of the old drama,
Only then can we move forward with clarity and heal our trauma.