I've grown, through the silence, through the storms.
I've endured more than I ever dared to speak of.
And somewhere along the line, trust shattered in my hands like glass and I kept holding onto it in blood, bleeding, yet refusing to let go.
Love?
Life taught me it doesn't begin with someone else's promises; it begins with the mirror, with the girl who finally learned to hold her own heart with grace.
So if you ever feel a wall between us, if my silence feels colder than it used to know this:
I am no longer the girl who begged to be chosen.
I am the woman who crowned herself when no one else would.
I don't love any less.
I just finally learned to love myself first.
And if I seem distant, it's because I now guard a heart forged in pain, dripped in emotional battles, faced with thunderstorms reality and still polished in peace, am finally no longer a princess cause I gained
A Queen's Heart.