Love Doesn’t Die, It Transforms

They may have walked away abruptly, or drifted out slowly, or made choices that fractured the connection. Still, the bizarre and tender truth remains: once I love someone, I love them forever, not in a way that traps me in the past or keeps me tethered to an old version of myself, but in a way that honors what was real, and what became part of my internal architecture. My love isn’t conditional on receiving anything back. I don’t need someone to love me for my love to exist. I don’t need them to reciprocate for the feeling to be valid. My heart has its own logic, mathematics, and landscape.