When the fire goes out and the smoke clears, we realize that what was meant to be came to pass, though the heart may never understand.
But it was once beautiful, wasn’t it?
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When the fire goes out and the smoke clears, we realize that what was meant to be came to pass, though the heart may never understand.
But it was once beautiful, wasn’t it?
Really love what you are saying here…when my marriage ended that song was mine for over a year..
Moving on takes time, sweetheart. No one should judge another–or themselves–for that.