In the end, I realized it was never just about the hurt—the sting of being wounded by people I adored, or the sharp edge of their words cutting where I was most vulnerable. Even as the pain lingered, I found myself loving them deeply, perhaps even more fiercely than before.

But something essential shifted.

I no longer trusted them. I could no longer look into their eyes and feel the warmth of being able to open these wounds without the fear of being pushed down.

I could never be the same again.


#agony

~©Darkpit