We do not become who we want to be. We become what we never repaired. Some carry within them old silences, nameless wounds, absences that have learned to speak in their place, shaping the way they love without them knowing. Yet even the most marked hearts, can learn to love differently.
We do not become who we want to be. We become what we never repaired. Some carry within them old silences, nameless wounds, absences that have learned to speak in their place, shaping the way they love without them knowing. Yet even the most marked hearts, can learn to love differently.
