Maybe Both I don’t know if I lost or I won,
perhaps it was both.
Because I gave, I broke, I learned—
and somehow, I became more whole. I stopped pretending it didn’t hurt,
and started being honest.
I faced myself, quietly,
and saw who I was beneath it all. People are good—
I still believe that.
But sometimes,
we’re just not good to each other. And that’s okay.
Because from it, I learned
that kindness isn’t weakness,
and forgiveness is freedom. The wound remains,
but it’s not pain anymore—
it’s proof.
Proof that I fell, I grew,
and that life’s biggest lessons
don’t come from winning,
but from finding peace
in both.