Love’s Labyrinth: The Journey to Self-Rescue

“The forest doesn’t ask you to be whole. It just asks you to return.” —Elowen

What is love, really?
Is it giving yourself so freely that your vulnerability becomes an open door?
Or is it the building walls so high you wait for someone brave enough to climb them?
Maybe I got it wrong.
I thought the way my heart raced when I looked into your eyes meant something.
Maybe it did.
Maybe it didn’t.

Some say love is in the reverence of a voice, not the rush of a heartbeat.
I don’t know.
What I do know is—I miss you.
And I know she misses him just as much.
They say timing doesn’t matter.
But if that’s the only thing standing in the way, maybe it was never meant to be.
I believed love could stretch across distance.
I still do.
But belief doesn’t always bring someone back.

I gave you loyalty.
At least, I thought I did.
Maybe I gave too much.
Maybe you never asked for it.
I offered you the world, thinking it would be enough.
But maybe the world I held out was too small for what you wanted.
Or maybe you just didn’t want it from me.
That used to make me feel foolish—
like I failed at something I was never meant to fix.

Elowen would say: the journey back to yourself is the most sacred rescue of all.

But here’s what I’ve learned:
I don’t need to be anyone’s savior.
I can rescue myself.
The world I once offered to you?
It’s mine now.
And I’m building something beautiful with it—for me.

@notesformysoulmate

This work is protected—not to fence it in, but to honor the roots it grew from.
Because even reclaimed love deserves to bloom wild and unclaimed.
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