Broken Open

There are some people you will love forever—no matter what they did, no matter how much it hurt.
Not because you’re weak, but because your soul saw something in them:

a light,
a wound,
a truth.  

And letting go doesn’t erase that.

Have you ever loved someone like that?
Someone who couldn't meet you in your truth.
Someone who deceived you, then disappeared—without an apology.
Someone who, you’ve come to understand, may carry pain even deeper than yours.

He or she may never return. They may never say sorry.
And still... you love them. You want them to heal.

Not because you’re waiting…
But because you’ve stopped needing closure to offer peace.

Letting go doesn’t always mean cutting someone off in anger.
Sometimes, it means releasing them softly— with a heart that still trembles but stays open.
It means choosing to love without attachment…
To offer a blessing without expecting anything in return.

At some point, it’s no longer about revenge.
It’s no longer even about the apology that never came.
It becomes about something quieter.
Something deeper.

Peace.

For both hearts.
For the wound that lingers between them,
Silently aching, 

...to finally stop bleeding.

Forgiveness is not the end of healing.
It’s the outcome of healing.
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Lydia

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