Eternal Ink

Storms come. Loss changes us. But we are not meant to wait for clear skies—we are meant to move, to rise, to dance. Love is never ending. It shifts, it reshapes, it finds new ways to exist. Some things do not break. They become part of us. In every heartbeat, in every rain-soaked moment, in every step forward—love remains.

Grief does not break me — even in the storm, I choose to rise. Even in the rain, I choose to dance.