Losing something —or someone— may feel like the end of a story, but in truth, it's the beginning of another. One where tears are no longer the price of love, and happiness no longer feels like an unattainable dream.

Because true love doesn't break you, doesn't make you beg for affection, and never leaves you in the shadow of constant doubt. Real love arrives like an unexpected whisper, like a ray of sunlight after the rain, like laughter you didn't see coming —but somehow, it becomes home.

And when that happens, you understand that what you lost was never your destiny... it was just the bridge leading you to something far greater.