I didn’t believe in second chances. Not after the kind of heartbreak that rearranges your chest and makes you question your taste in humans. I told myself I was done, finished, retired from romance like an elder statesman.

But life is funny. Healing comes slowly… then one day, someone shows up with the gentleness you didn’t even know you deserved.

He didn’t come with big gestures. Just steady energy, consistent texts, prayers when I didn’t ask, and conversations that made the world feel soft again.

I don’t know if he’s “the one,” but he’s the first person who makes my heart beat fast without making my mind panic, and maybe that’s the real miracle.