For the ones who loved… and lost... everything.

For the hearts that gave everything—silently, completely- yet were never chosen..
For the love that stayed pure even when it was one-sided, even when it was left behind..

For those who realized too late…
that the person they once ignored was the only one who ever truly saw them.. cherished them and worshipped them..

This is for the souls who carry regret like an unhealed wound,
who replay memories like prayers, wishing they had loved a little softer, a little sooner, a little better..

And for those who still look at the sky and wonder—
“If I ever get another chance… would I be brave enough to choose love this time?”

Maybe some endings are not the end.
Maybe some prayers are heard in ways we cannot see..

And maybe… just maybe…
God writes certain love stories twice-
once to break you,
and once more… to give you the chance to make it right.