I thought I was done with love.
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I thought I had learned enough from every scar, and that the message was clear… don’t do it again.
But when the feeling came back, I still fell.
Inside me there was a voice saying, “don’t do it, you already know how it ends.”
And another voice saying, “good job, go on, break yourself again.”
And somehow… I listened to both.
I know this could end badly. I know I might just repeat the same pain again. But there’s a part of me that still wants to try, maybe because I need to feel alive again, not just survive.
This love isn’t a smart choice.
It’s not a victory.
It’s just someone trying again… with all their fears, all their trauma, and all the hope they still haven’t killed.
If my heart gets hurt again, then so be it.
At least this time, it was a choice I made consciously.
