Grande

Sometimes love ends not with a slam of the door, but with a quiet ‘it's too late.’ And then another battle begins - not with the one who left, but with oneself. With attempts to pull out of your chest what has grown fast, and learn to breathe again without someone else's scent nearby.

And yet there is a strange power in this rupture. When pity is replaced by a sparkle in the eyes, and revenge is replaced by the confidence that now no one will knock you off your stride. Scars become adornments, pain becomes the best cosmetics for a new version of yourself. Because even if your heart was broken in prime time, the show still goes on. Only now, without unnecessary actors.