Dear Someone: Some of us were taught to flinch when touched gently because love always came with a bruise, a silence, a goodbye.
An unspoken silence that whispers through the scars of every heartbeat I've ever trusted.
The letter you're about to read is adapted from my book Unspoken Silences—a raw, emotional archive of the things we often feel too deeply to say aloud. This one is especially for those whose hearts have learned to expect pain where love should be. Those who grew up believing hurt was the price of intimacy. Those whose hearts learned early that love arrives wearing thorns. Those who keep choosing people who mirror their scars. If you've ever confused survival with romance, or worn heartbreak like a second skin, this will feel achingly familiar. Keep reading—your pain deserves a new ending and your love doesn’t have to ache.
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