My heart,
you have been bruised, broken, stretched, abandoned, fractured —
and somehow, miraculously,
you still want to love.
You still soften.
You still bloom.
You still say “maybe” where others would say “never again.”
I’m sorry for the times I asked you to stay where you were not honoured.
I’m sorry for the hands that held you carelessly.
I’m sorry for the stories I believed about what you deserved.
But look at you now.
Stronger not because you are harder,
but because you are wiser.
You choose differently.
You listen more deeply.
You open more intentionally.
You are my favourite miracle —
the way you break and rebuild,
break and rebuild,
each time more beautifully than before.
I promise to protect you.
To honour you.
To move at your pace.
To love in ways that don’t cost you yourself.
You are safe with me now.