Dear Sofea (the girl who whispered “it’s okay” even when it wasn’t),
You were so gentle with him. Even when he broke pieces of you, you still offered kindness. You still said “I’m happy for you” with tears in your eyes. You watched him smile at someone else while hiding the storm in your chest.
That wasn’t weakness.
That was love—pure, unfiltered, unprotected love.
But now let me tell you something no one told you back then:
You never had to prove your love by enduring pain in silence.
You didn’t need to compete.
You didn’t need a second Instagram account.
You didn’t need to keep hurting just to stay close.
You just needed you. Your healing. Your peace.
I know it felt unfair. It was unfair.
But what you did next—learning to be okay, choosing to pray instead of lash out—that’s the kind of strength that builds the future you’re living in now.
I’m so proud of you for surviving what you never said out loud.
Keep writing. Keep healing. Keep walking.
There is a kind of love coming—one that won’t ask you to hide or shrink or compete.
Until then, rest in the truth that you are enough.
With all the love you were never given,
Your future self.
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