YOU SURVIVED, and that's the perfect love story

What a beautiful story this is a garden blooming after drought when fire scorched the thirsty earth and silence sang the darkest song. You cupped your heart like fragile glass let quiet wrap around your bones not rushing past the shattered shards but learning how to stand alone. Slow stitches pulled from trembling hands threaded hope through every tear and in that gentle mending space you found the soul you thought was lost. No crowds or thunder mark your rise just breath that steadies after storms. You survived, and in that defining truth you wrote the perfect love story.