The Love That Waited
She believed—wholeheartedly.
She trusted—blindly.
She was promised a forever, and for a while, it felt real.
But then came the shattering—unexpected, merciless.
Betrayal pierced her soul, leaving her broken in ways words could never capture.
She spiraled, but she survived.
Through the cracks, she found clarity.
Through the pain, she found herself.
She realized that healing wasn’t about forgetting—it was about remembering her worth.
She rose. Glowed. Blossomed.
But the scars remained.
She became guarded. Not bitter, but cautious.
A heart once tender, now stone-armored.
Her mother dreamed of a love that would wrap around her like warmth in winter—pure, unconditional.
But she had stopped believing.
Still, even with a wounded heart, she chose kindness.
In a world that had been cruel, she remained human, soft in spirit and strong in silence.
And then—he arrived.
Not like a storm, but like sunlight after a long, dark night.
He listened—not just to her words, but to the silence between them.
He assured her—not with grand gestures, but with quiet consistency.
He stayed.
He became her best friend, her safe space, her guide.
He didn’t try to fix her.
He embraced her. All of her.
The broken pieces. The guarded walls. The child within.
He reminded her of her dreams, her fire, her purpose.
And with him, she became unstoppable.
Their love wasn’t perfect—it was real.
And real is what she had always needed.
They married, not just in ritual, but in soul.
Together, they thrived.
Together, they lived the life she once stopped believing in.
And in the end, her journey whispered the truth she once doubted:
What is meant for you will always find you.
The love she once poured into the world, even when it broke her—
came back to her in its purest form, wrapped in a soul that was always hers.
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Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteLove isn’t perfect.
Some come close - not with words, but with silences only love can carry… but old scars made them forget how.
Love is real.
Even when confused. Maybe too heavy to hold at the same time - and so, they drift.
Pure love.
It still watches, even from afar - not broken by unrecognized love, just guarded by scars.
Two souls who tried - not perfectly, but deeply that set their soul to be together
A beautiful reflection of how "The Love That Waited" didn’t end… just drifted, like two birds who forgot how to land together