Where Love Heals

Love is not a fleeting thing.

It doesn’t disappear
just because a chapter ends.

It changes.

It settles into quieter places—
into the hidden corners of you
where memory lives
without asking for anything in return.

People don’t always stay,
but something of them does.

A trace.
A softness.
A feeling you can’t quite name.

And one day—
without warning—

you see a face in a crowd,
or hear a song you’ve never heard before,
and there they are again.

Not in a way that breaks you.

In a way that… lingers.

You don’t fall apart.
You don’t reach for what’s gone.

You just smile.

Because the pain is gone now.

And what’s left
is something gentler.

Something that doesn’t ache
or ask to be held again.

Just love—
quiet,
unchanged,
still finding its way back to you
in the smallest moments.

JMS