I’ve traced the hurt,
Held the pieces of our past
Sharp against my skin,
Wondering if love was ever enough
To survive the shattering.
And still—
Through the silence,
The ache,
The growth we endured apart…
I choose you.
Not the version from before,
But the one who’s learning,
Who’s trying,
Who’s meeting me again
In the middle
Of forgiveness and fire.
I choose the risk
Of starting again,
Of love rebuilt
Brick by trembling brick.
Because despite everything—
You are still the home
My heart returns to
When the storm clears.
And this time,
We will build it stronger.
Sometimes love means choosing again—after the breaking, after the silence, after the growth.
This one is for the rebuilders, the forgivers, the brave hearts who still believe in second chances.