If you read with a tight chest , breathe with me.

Some loves arrive like a beacon on a stormy night: they illuminate—and, in illuminating, they reveal hidden pain , exposing old emotional wounds that demand care. They are not punishment, nor a mistake. They are a call.

These relationships don’t promise “forever”; they promise truth .

They come to drive growth , take you out of your comfort zone , and lead you back to your essence —to the parts of yourself you've forgotten along the way. They often inaugurate a process of spiritual awakening : the veil falls, life takes on new meaning, and you begin to recognize who you've always been.

What hurts, points out.

When anxiety, jealousy, fear of abandonment, or the feeling of begging for scraps arise, it's not a lack of love within you; it's a lack of comfort for old stories that need to be heard. The other becomes a mirror—and the mirror doesn't judge: it simply shows.

The way out is in.

It's not about controlling others, nor predicting the future. It's about turning to yourself with kindness:

• Name : “This is fear of rejection/abandonment/invisibility.”
  
• To embrace : to allow crying, trembling, longing — without abandoning oneself.
  
• Caring : setting boundaries, asking for what you need, remembering your worth.
  
• Choose yourself : not out of pride, but out of self-love.
  

Perhaps this encounter came just to open a door — that of your inner home.

If he stays, let it be out of reciprocity .

If he is, let the lesson remain : you are whole, and your axis is within you.

In the end, the cure is not the other choosing you.

Healing is choosing yourself every day — and then loving with presence, dignity, and peace.

If it hurts now, breathe again.

It hurts because it's healing.

And healing is life's way of bringing you back to yourself — more aware, more free, more you.