@lettersbyaristhel: First, we love with naive, unscarred hands— believing forever requires no armor. Then comes the storm that breaks us open, carving our boundaries out of ash and teaching us the bitter cost of our worth. At last, a quiet sanctuary arrives; unforced, unchased, softly dismantling our walls until the long, shattered road behind us finally makes sense. #Love #lovepoetry #poetry