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When I speak of the past, it is not to cast villains or crown victims. The story of a broken heart is never that simple. I could choose to trace the familiar edges of that pain, to let the old wounds bleed anew with the telling—and even to recount the ways my own brokenness wounded others. But the purpose of looking back is not to return. It is to finally offer a hand to the person I was then, the one who so desperately needed the perspective I have now. It is to acknowledge the glimmers of love that existed even in the chaos, the brief, beautiful glimpses of who we might have been. This isn't a litany of regrets. It is an illumination—a testament to the person forged in a fire I once thought would consume me. Time alone heals nothing; it only offers the space for a choice. The choice is to stop tearing open the wound. And when it finally closes, a scar remains. It no longer aches. It is a quiet map of a past self, and the memory of its pain is finally silenced by the profound echo of the love it took to heal. #ScarsAndStories #ForgedInFire #Testament #Illumination #EchoesOfLove