I was once a tender Sun, all warmth, no shield, no warning signs. Opened my heart like morning petals to someone I thought would always be mine.

He came without storms or noise,just soft words and steady gaze.I stitched my trust with quiet hope and handed it over, without delay.

But seasons change without consent, his promises curled like ash in air. The voice I leaned my world upon grew distant, colder, barely there.

He faded slowly. never loud, like dusk swallowing all I knew. And I stayed, thinking love was patience, not realizing truth had slipped through.

Betrayal didn't break me open, it hummed, low, like something learned. It built a silence in my spine and left a fire that never burned.

Now laughter comes dressed in habits, and presence feels like pretend. Not because I fear the fall but love just doesn't begin.

Not romantic, not like before no butterflies, no spark inside. Not afraid, but strangely untouched, by all the places where love might hide.

I meet kind souls, I linger near, but never reach that place again. The door stays closed, the depth stays sealed no matter how gently they step in.

They mistake comfort for connection, but I no longer chase that high. Not bitter, not broken, just distant, and I don't even know why.

I don't mean to bruise, but sometimes do. some hearts break just from a glance. I never meant to be the reason someone else lost their chance.

I don't hate him. I never will. No revenge, no heavy name. Only the memory that I once bled believing he'd always stay the same.

Since then, I've searched for echoes, for eyes that say "You can rest here." But nothing feels like then again, the bond is gone, the pull unclear.

Maybe I'm still that same old girl, just hidden in layers time designed. Still soft, still full, still unsure why the spark no longer lingers.

I'm not empty, nor broken, just quieter now. There's no chase in my chest, no rush to name what lingers.

I float through days like slow rivers, unaligned but still alive in every cell. Still someone who feels deeply, but no longer spills that feeling for the sake of being seen.

There are no questions demanding answers, only some thoughts that come and go like weather. Yet I orbit quietly, wondering what force might pull me into alignment again.