No More Tries, That Was the Last One
For so long, she had kept trying, believing that maybe the next one would be different. That maybe, with enough patience and care, she could find one that wouldn't break, that wouldn't dissolve into dust at the first sign of pain. But each attempt left her with nothing but aching emptiness and another wound to carry.
And then, there it was. A single heart glowing softly in the dim light, untouched by scars or sorrow. It wasn't perfect, but it was whole. As she reached for it, something inside her whispered, This is the last one. Not because she had given up, but because she had finally understood—love isn’t about endless tries or fixing what’s broken. It’s about knowing when to stop searching and start embracing what’s already there.
So she took it, not with desperation, but with quiet resolve. No more tries. No more pain. This time, it was different. This time, she was choosing herself.
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