Something lost & Something gained

Love is never a waste

Even when it ends

It leaves a trace

Shaping who I am

When I see love as an art

It softens the heart

Not about winning

Not about losing

But about practicing

Learning

Creating something beautiful along the way

Love always cost something

Yet love always gives

That duality is the most honest part of it

In the mess

In the fights

In the clumsiness

In the chaos 

And still the quiet hope

That we may be kind to each other

Love does not need grand gestures

It only needs nurture

Fed in small and ordinary ways

Until one day

It blooms

And in that simplicity

We see what love is meant to be

Love is not meant to shrink us

It is meant to let us breathe

Yet sometimes

Even what feels like home must be released

“You are the hug that had to end. Though I tried to hold on,”

A whisper that carries the ache

Of wanting to stay in what felt safe and warm

While knowing

If I never let go

It would break me