It should be easy, right?
If there was still love…
If there was growth, change, softness…
Shouldn’t trying again feel simple?
But the truth is—
for someone who’s been hurt, disappointed, or emotionally starved— trying again can feel like walking into a fire blindfolded.
Because love isn’t just about the present.
It holds memories, patterns, echoes.
And sometimes, it holds fear.
She tells herself she’s strong now.
Independent. Clear.
She tells herself that going back would be weakness.
That trying again would mean risking the identity she rebuilt from the ashes.
But late at night… when no one is watching… there’s a quieter voice.
One that says:
“You didn’t stop loving. You just stopped believing it was safe to keep loving there.”
This is the secret most people don’t talk about:
It’s not the person we fear. It’s the pattern.
The memory of not being heard.
The feeling of walking on eggshells.
The exhaustion of carrying the emotional weight alone.
We fear becoming that version of ourselves again—
the one who gave too much, said too little, stayed too long.
But what if that fear is outdated?
What if the energy that hurt you… has evolved?
What if the pattern has been rewritten— not by force or fantasy,
but by time, truth, and transformation?
Because when someone begins doing their inner work…
When they stop defending and start feeling…
When they stop trying to fix you and start trying to understand you—
That’s when love becomes possible again.
Not the old version.
A conscious version.
And yes—it’s still scary.
Even with softness. Even with growth.
Because love—real love—requires letting your guard down.
And after pain, openness can feel more dangerous than loneliness.
But here’s the thing:
Safety doesn’t come from walls.
It comes from the space between two hearts…
where truth can breathe again.
So to the one who’s scared to try again:
I see your fear.
I honor your healing.
And I would never ask you to abandon the self you fought to rebuild.
But maybe—
You don’t need to give up who you’ve become to return to the love that still lives inside you.
Maybe this time, love isn’t asking you to shrink.
Maybe it’s inviting US to rise together. Being Back To Us
Because some love stories aren’t meant to be replaced.
They’re meant to be rewritten.
With new eyes. New rules. New reverence.
And maybe… just maybe…
You weren’t wrong for walking away.
You were right to protect your spirit.
But love isn’t the enemy.
The pattern was.
And if the pattern has been purified—
if the energy has matured—
if the karmic learning has finally rooted—
Then coming back… isn’t going backward. It’s coming home to purpose of your union.
Not to him as he was.
But to you and him as you were always meant to be—
before fear rewrote the ending too soon.
Just remember us.
Not the worst moments.
Not the breakdown.
But the bond.
The beauty.
The soul-level knowing that never left — even when we did.
Because that’s where truth still lives.
That’s where love is still waiting.
That’s where we are. Faith always win over Fears
