The Path Back to Myself

The path to her heart is winding, but she’s finally brave enough to walk it.

“Some hearts don’t break, they unfold.” Elowen

I’ve got to be honest, this scares me. Not you, but what this could mean. What it could awaken. There’s a part of me that still flinches from old wounds, even when no one’s reaching to touch them. I’ve carried things in silence that I can’t always explain. Scars I’ve learned to tuck away behind smiles and small talk.

You’re not them. I know that. And yet, when something feels this good, my mind rushes to remind me how fragile good can be. Like if I breathe too hard, it might vanish. Since you showed up, my emotions won’t sit still. It’s like there’s a war inside me, hope clawing at fear, longing arguing with logic.

Elowen once said: the bravest thing a heart can do is stay open while it trembles.

And the worst part? I don’t want it to stop. I want to feel all of it. Messy, trembling, beautiful. So here I am. Not asking for answers. Just asking for space. Patience. Maybe a hand to hold as I make sense of all this noise.

By Eve

This work is protected, not to shield the fear, but to honor the courage it took to name it.
Because even trembling truths deserve to be held with reverence.
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