I thought I was okay, but the pain still remains, like an echo that refuses to fade. Perhaps I never moved on perhaps I only learned distraction. In the quiet corners of life, a perfume drifts by, a song plays softly, a silhouette pass and suddenly I am pulled back to the places I swore I’d left behind. My mind repeats the mantra: “I am okay, I am okay.” But my heart rebels, its voice trembling, its wounds still tender. Healing is not a straight path, but a dance between forgetting and remembering, between silence and sudden storms. And maybe being okay is not about erasing the past, but learning to carry it gently, until it no longer feels so heavy.
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