If there’s one thing I’ll never apologize for, it’s the love I gave freely and the kindness I offered without hesitation. No matter how things turned out—whether people stayed or left, cherished it or walked away without looking back—I don’t regret a single bit of it.
Even when they hurt me. Even when they never gave that love back.
Because I know, in those moments, they needed it. Maybe they didn’t say it. Maybe they didn’t know how to show it. But I believe it made a difference—even if only for a fleeting second.
Love, real love, isn’t wasted. Not even when it goes unreturned. Not even when it fades sooner than I hoped. It still has weight. It still has meaning.
And I won’t regret being someone who led with their heart. That’s who I am. That’s who I’ve always been. That’s who I’ll continue to be.
Maybe the love didn’t stay with them forever—but it met them where they were. It reached them when they needed it most.
And for me, that’s more than enough.