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I don’t know exactly how your heart is breaking,

but I know what it feels like to carry silence that aches,

to replay questions with no answers,

and to wonder if any of it ever really meant what you thought it did.

I just want you to know:

You’re not weak for feeling this.

You’re not foolish for loving deeply.

And you’re not alone in the quiet hours where it hurts the most.

Some days, surviving is enough.

Some days, breathing and working and eating is a victory.

Give yourself that grace.

I’m still figuring it out too,

but if you're walking this road

I’m here, somewhere nearby,

trying to heal too.

We’ll both be okay. Not today maybe,

but soon enough.

And when the hurt finally softens,

you’ll realize:

You were always enough.

Even when they couldn’t see it