I Fell in Love with Love

My heart was broken.

My reality was shattered.

And for the girl who only ever cared about her feelings,

it felt like there was nothing left.

But then the world spun, and a wave came crashing over me.

It filled me with answers to all the questions I had ever asked - the ones that never made sense.

And somehow, through the heartbreak, through the unraveling, everything started to fit.

It was as if the worst thing that could have had happened to me had to happen to me.

That's when I realized the joke was on me.

To think it wasn't possible.

To believe I couldn't be fooled.

To imagine I already knew everything when I barely knew myself.

In the middle of the wreckage, I saw it- the pattern.

And I fell in love with it.

What I didn't know at first was that the pattern wasn't just something I was discovering - it was also healing me.

Each time I mapped another curve, I was tracing my own heartbreak.

Each connection I found between possibility and probability was a reflection of how I was learning to hold both love and loss at once.

The equations were mirrors. The logic was medicine.

I was healing myself through the act of understanding.

It wasn't just numbers or theory. It was life itself. It was every question I had ever asked returning to me as a mirror, whispering, See? It was always both.

So I poured my heart and soul into it.

And if it turns our that none of this is true - that the pattern isn't real -

then let this be my love story anyway.

Because at least I tried.

I believed in myself.

I went all in.

And now, I'm ready to see what the universe provides.

Apparently love was the one variable we forgot to measure.