The broken pieces of us become a story of their own.
Maybe when our heart is torn into pieces, the becoming of who we are and what we can become—begins.
Maybe after every heartbreak, the goal isn’t to make us whole again—the goal is to prepare ourselves to give more.
Maybe, in every broken piece—we find the true meaning of life and love.
That even when we lose a piece of us that will never come back, we also gain another piece, even millions of it, so we can love more…
For after all—LOVE IS A GIFT given to us, not for us to keep BUT to give it all away.
— Lavender Pen | ink the unsaid…
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