To the one who mistook my kindness for naivety

There comes a time when you realize so much of what you lived was an illusion. I put my soul into the hands of people who didn't know how to cherish it, and they burned it, piece by piece. Yet, I look at myself and smile, because I still keep moving forward on this bumpy road of life, taking it step by step.Sometimes I stumble and fall. It hurts, but I pick myself up every single time. I’ve spent so much time trying to understand why the people I loved the most disappointed me so deeply, mistaking my kindness for naivety.

But I need to remind myself, I’m not perfect. I have my flaws, and I might have hurt people too, but never intentionally. I’ve learned to answer pain with forgiveness. I don't hold grudges against anyone, no matter how much they made me suffer, but I cannot forget, and that is my shield now. Love often felt like a bridge where pain walked freely, yet I chose to walk it anyway. I’ve become almost numb to the suffering, but I am still here. All that's left for me now is to hold my own soul tightly in, heal my wounds, and protect my last spark of light.