Our first heartbreak is like a scar that fades but never truly disappears. It lingers in the quiet moments, in old songs, in familiar places, and in the way we learn to guard our hearts.
It’s strange how something that once felt like the end of the world can become a lesson, a turning point, or even a source of strength. Sometimes, it pushes us toward unexpected paths—new loves, deeper friendships, or even creative outlets we never knew we needed.
And yet, no matter how much time passes, there are always remnants—bits of nostalgia, bittersweet memories, maybe even a version of ourselves we left behind. It’s not just about loss; it’s about growth.