She was the kind of girl who wrote long messages just to fix the smallest misunderstandings. Who showed up even when her heart was still aching from the last argument. Who said, "It's okay, I understand," even when the truth was that she was breaking inside. She carried the weight of problems that were never hers to solve. She apologized first, even when she wasn't wrong. She tried to be the calm in storms she didn't create. She tried to make people stay who were already halfway out the door. All her life, she was taught to hold on a little longer, to try a little harder, to love a little louder. No one ever taught her that sometimes love isn't about fixing It's about knowing when to walk away. No one told her that her softness was not a weakness. it was just being handed to the wrong people. And one day, she finally realized not everything broken is hers to heal, not every goodbye is a failure, not every ending needs saving. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do for yourself. is stop trying to fix what keeps hurting you and choose peace over pieces. Because some things aren't meant to be repaired and she was never meant to break just to keep others whole.