I was shattered—pieces of me scattered across every bad choice, every betrayal, every night I told myself I didn’t matter. Then you found me. Not because I was worth saving, but because you saw the cracks and called them beautiful. Now I stand at the edge of healing, trembling not from pain, but from the terrifying weight of being loved. But what if I break again? What if this time, you're not there to put me back together?