I heard you cried at the thought of sleeping alone,
your nights haunted by memories of him,
his presence lingering where silence now lives.
But have you ever paused to wonder
that somewhere out there,
someone has it worse than you?
Not because of memories,
but because reality itself has robbed them
of the comfort of sleep.
Some are not kept awake by love lost,
but by hunger, by fear, by survival.
Some do not cry because a heart walked away,
but because life never offered them
a place soft enough to rest.
Have you ever thought, even for a moment,
that in your pain,
you are still fortunate?
That heartbreak, as cruel as it feels,
is proof that you once loved
and were loved,
that your heart was alive enough to break.
So live gratefully.
Live well.
Not in denial of your pain,
but in honor of your strength.
Do not drown yourself in tears
over loneliness or broken promises.
Remember this truth you often forget:
you were born alone.
And yet, you survived.
Finding a partner is easier
than finding yourself.
Anyone can fall into arms,
but not everyone has the courage
to sit with their own soul
and learn its language.
So find yourself first.
Love yourself deeply,
enough to heal,
enough to let go,
enough to stop begging
for what should come freely.
Only then,
when your heart is whole on its own,
should you look for a partner
worthy of walking beside you,
not to complete you,
but to meet you
where you already stand complete.