Lately, people I thought were long gone from my life have been reappearing. Familiar faces, once central to my story but cast aside by the passage of time, are resurfacing like echoes from the past. Each one carries a suitcase of memories—some warm, others jagged. Their sudden presence stirs a question I can’t shake: Is this a test from the Universe or a genuine opportunity for reconciliation?
I used to trust my instincts. I leaned into what felt right, certain my heart knew the way. But some of those "right" paths led me straight into the arms of pain, betrayal, and trauma. It’s hard not to look at these resurfacing connections through the lens of that heartbreak. Am I being given a chance to rewrite old chapters, or is this just the Universe holding up a mirror to see if I’ve learned anything at all?
Trusting myself feels like walking on thin ice right now. I want to believe people can change, that the passage of time can smooth rough edges and heal wounds. But I’ve also learned that not everyone who returns to your life has good intentions—or even belongs there anymore.
So how do I decide?
Maybe the real question isn’t whether they’re genuine but whether I am. Am I showing up authentically? Am I holding onto my boundaries and honoring the person I’ve become? Instead of searching for signs from the Universe, maybe I need to search within myself. The past has taught me to be careful, but it has also taught me resilience. I’ve survived the heartbreaks, the betrayals, and the confusion. I’ve learned that even when it feels like the world is testing me, I have the power to write my own answers.
For now, I’ll tread lightly. I’ll listen—not just to the words of these returning figures but to my own intuition, too. If their actions align with their intentions, maybe there’s room for something new. But if the past starts to repeat itself, I’ll know when to let go.
This is my life, my story, and I’m no longer interested in repeating chapters that don’t serve my growth.
🫰🥰🫖JRT
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