There was a time when I thought the world had stopped moving.
After my heartbreak, everything lost meaning colors faded, sounds dimmed, and even breathing felt heavy. I had given so much love that when it ended, I felt like I had nothing left to give myself.
But life didn’t end there. It began again quietly.
I saw pain in others: in hospital corridors, on crowded streets, in the stillness of a graveyard. And somewhere among those moments, I started rebuilding myself.
“Piece by piece,
Tear by tear,
Light by light”
Now, I feel alive in the simplest things sunlight on my skin, the rhythm of fresh air, the whisper of rain.
I’ve stopped fighting to be understood. I let people be who they are, and I choose peace over explanation.
That heartbreak once broke me.
But it also built me.
Today, I stand stronger not because life became easier,but because I finally learned how to live it.