That night on the terrace, he whispered:
"I loved her honestly.
But now… I love myself too."
This wasn't an ending.
This was the beginning of a man who had carried heartbreak with dignity, healed without noise, and grew without bitterness.
He walked away from the terrace—
Not backward.
Not stuck.
But forward.
Into a future
he was finally ready for.
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**THE END
and the beginning.**