She was just another girl, wasn’t she? A stranger who walked into your life without permission and left footprints where there was once peace. She didn’t hold the sun in her hands and wasn’t your one and only soulmate.
She was ordinary, flawed, human. Yet, in the quiet chaos of her existence, she became your world.
Your heart did that—crafted a pedestal from your dreams and placed her there. It wasn’t her laugh that echoed in your chest; it was the way your soul responded. It wasn’t her touch that burned; it was your willingness to surrender.
And when she left, you thought you would shatter. But heartbreak isn’t destruction—it’s transformation.
The pieces she scattered? They were never meant to stay whole. They were meant to rearrange, to form a stronger version of the person you are becoming.
Now, you see the truth.
She was never magic. The love, the depth, the poetry—it all came from you. It was your heart that gave her radiance, your spirit that made her unforgettable.
So, let her go, not in bitterness, but in gratitude.
She taught you the strength of your own heart.
She was just another girl.
The miracle was always within you.
Onward 🫡
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