You did not lose in love — you got lucky. You got lucky enough to meet someone who showed you that there were souls within this Universe that felt as deeply, and cared as feverishly, and loved as intentionally as you did. You did not lose, you got lucky. You got lucky enough to fold yourself into someone who wanted to experience the world through your eyes, who wanted to walk around the corners of your mind, who wanted to know you by heart. You did not lose, you got lucky. You got lucky because you crashed your hope into someone who, for a moment in time, was able to squeeze all of your broken pieces back together. You got lucky. Lucky enough to meet someone who plucked anxiety out of your chest like splinters, who poured calm into the parts of you that no one else clapped for. No, you did not lose — you got lucky. You got lucky because time did not choose to separate you. You got lucky. Lucky enough to have found them, to have experienced them, to have been given the opportunity to love them the way you loved them. And even if you were not loved like this, you are still lucky. See, sometimes people come into our lives and they love us like sunsets — only ever leaving us softer, and kinder to ourselves, only ever making even the darkest of endings something beautiful, something light. But sometimes, sometimes people come into our lives and they love us like hurricanes — hollowing us out, making us question if we feel too deeply, if we are simply too much to hold. The hardest lesson you will ever have to learn is that this too is a gift. To have been loved in halves, to have been loved by someone who could not understand the language your heart spoke, is to have been loved by someone who taught you how to walk away. How to choose yourself for once, how to stand up for your worth and for the way you exist in this world. At the end of the day, they may not have loved you, but they did teach you how to survive the wreckage, how to endure the storm — how to rebuild. No, they may not have loved you, but you still risked your heart. You still tried for something. You still believed. And that is what makes you lucky, because that is what makes you strong. 🤍