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There is no wasted ache.
No silence too long,
no winter too bitter,
no tear that didn’t shape the soil
where your roots now hold.

You waited.
Perhaps not always patiently,
but you waited.

And that wait…
was not emptiness.
It was a gathering.
Of strength, of clarity,
of something only time could carve.

You didn’t miss your life.
You met it when it was ready
to meet you back.

And now,
even if you still walk through fog,
there’s a knowing in your bones:

💛 It was always for something.
💛 And it will be worth it again.

Because in the end —
you meet yourself.
The one who stayed.
The one who softened instead of shattering.
The one who still believes.

And from that meeting…
comes peace.
And love.
For the first time —
with yourself.

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