I hope whatever tore you apart and made you tear my heart from my chest finally leaves your mind.

I hope the pain that broke you and bled into me teaches you to love deeper.
If my shattered heart helps you heal, I hope it’s worth it. I hope it brings you peace, a quiet moment amidst the storm, a chance to breathe again.

I hope it unlocks the dungeon where your monsters hide— the ones you’ve refused to face. I hope you find the courage to look them in the eyes, to understand them, to conquer the fear that has held you captive.

Maybe my agony will help you defeat them. Maybe my tears will wash away the darkness that clings to your soul.

When you walked away, you set a fire in my chest, burned every trace of love we had. The flames consumed my hopes, turned our memories to smoke, left nothing but ashes behind.
But maybe, in those ashes, a flower can still bloom— proof that love existed, even if it wasn’t enough. Maybe it will be a reminder that love, once planted, can grow again, even in the most desolate places.

I hope that one day, you can look back without pain, that you can see the beauty In what we shared, even if it was fleeting. I hope the scars we gave each other become stories of survival, of growth, of learning to love despite the hurt.

And I hope, more than anything, that you find a way to love yourself. Because that’s where the healing starts, and that’s where new love can begin.