As children, the first stories we heard were tales of princesses in peril, waiting to be saved, and of brave princes or gallant knights, rushing to their rescue. Little did we know, those stories quietly stitched the first threads of our understanding of love—boys yearning for a princess to protect, and girls dreaming of a prince to adore.

But now, we’ve grown. The magic of those tales has crumbled, unraveling beneath the weight of reality. A world once filled with promise and happily-ever-afters now feels raw, sharp-edged, and unforgiving. The truth, so cold, slashes through the illusions we once clung to, leaving us with broken pieces of what we thought love should be. 

But, even as those pieces scatter, they do not shatter. They taunt, they haunt, reminding us of what was lost. Yet somehow, they remain—broken, but still whole enough to be reshaped, to be rebuilt into something new. Something stronger.