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I honor my memories, the love I once held, and the moments that shaped me. My past is a part of me, but it does not define me. I allow myself to feel deeply, to remember, and to grieve, knowing that every emotion I experience is valid. I do not run from my pain—I face it with courage, knowing that healing does not mean forgetting, but learning to carry my past with grace. Every piece of my heart, even the broken ones, tell a story of love, growth, and resilience.

I release what no longer serves me. I let go of the weight of unspoken words, of love that was lost, of the echoes of "what could have been." I am not bound by the past; I am free to move forward. I forgive myself for the times I stayed too long, for the times I gave too much, for the times I lost myself in the love I thought would last forever. I am learning that even the most beautiful stories can have painful endings, and that does not make them any less meaningful.

I reclaim my power, my joy, and my peace. I am worthy of love that stays, of love that nurtures, of love that honors me for who I truly am. I walk forward, not with bitterness, but with gratitude for the lessons I have learned. My heart is healing, my spirit is strong, and my story is far from over. One day, I will look back and see how everything fell into place exactly as it was meant to be. Until then, I will hold my head high, knowing that I am whole, I am enough, and I am worthy of a love that is true.