“That love was real — but it wasn’t the whole story.”
You wrote chapters with them — full of color, pain, growth, and yearning.
But they were not the whole book.
Your story didn’t end when they left. It turned a page.
You carry the pen now. You decide the next arc. Let it be full of healing, self-trust, and unexpected peace.
Picture the book of your life. Close the chapter that no longer fits. Visualize a blank page — ready.
Delete one thing (an old thread, a memento) that’s keeping the old chapter open.
Everett S. “They were a big part of my life. But now I get to write the next part — and it’s just as meaningful.”
They were a chapter — not the whole book.