Loving again does not erase what you lost. It honors what you learned.
In this reflection we open a door we thought was sealed.
You loved someone and it ended. Through death or distance or a slow dissolving that felt worse than either. And now there is someone new. Someone who makes you feel things you thought were buried forever. Someone who makes you want to try again.
And it feels like betrayal.
Like loving them means forgetting the one before. Like moving forward means leaving something sacred behind. Like your heart only has so much room and new love means evicting old love.
That is not how love works. The heart is not a container with fixed capacity. It is a muscle that grows. Love for one person does not diminish love for another. It exists alongside it. Different rooms in the same house.
The person you lost would not want you to stay frozen. They would not want their memory to become a wall that keeps everyone else out. Honoring what you had does not mean refusing what comes next. It means carrying what you learned into what you build.
Loving again takes courage. Not because the new person is scary, but because loving means risking loss again. You know now, in a way you did not before, exactly how much it can hurt. You know the cost. And you are choosing to pay it anyway.
That is not betrayal. That is faith. In love. In life. In your own capacity to feel fully, even knowing what feeling fully can take from you.
Let them in. The one before would understand. The one before would probably want this for you.
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