For the past ten years, I’ve been looking at life through a different lens. I’ve lost so many family members and friends, there were moments I thought my heart might split open from the weight of it all.

And somehow… I kept going.

Through the pain. Through the sharp, relentless ache of grief. I endured.

But it changed me.

I don’t look at romantic relationships the way I used to. Because life taught me something the hard way—there are losses out here that will shatter you in ways no breakup ever could.

And it makes me sad that I feel like this sometimes… like a part of me went quiet in a way it never did before. But I understand it too. Grief rearranges you. It shifts what matters, what lasts, what’s worth holding onto.

So now, I move differently. Not colder… just clearer.