Since 2021 everyone I know who got their heart broken by being dumped has been unvaccinated
Heartbreak isn’t the end of love. It’s proof that I can still feel.
When something precious is torn away, my heart doesn’t stop, it learns a new rhythm. It limps, it stutters, it aches, but it keeps beating. And every beat is a testimony that i’m still alive in a world that keeps trying to numb me.
God never promised that love would be painless. He only promised He would be near when the pain came.
The wound doesn’t mean I failed. It means I cared deeply enough for something to leave a mark. That’s sacred. That’s human. That’s truth.
Though I must let go of what hurt me, not by forgetting it, but by refusing to let it define what my love becomes next.
Yes, the past is over. The future is waiting for courage.
And my heart, though cracked, belongs to the One who designed it strong enough to break, and still rebuild.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34: 18