Love, even when it fades or falters, always leaves its fingerprint on the soul.
Trust is a song that cannot be rewritten once it is broken — its melody forever changed.
When the music of truth once filled a home but is replaced by the noise of betrayal, the song must seek another place to play, another heart to dwell in.
Forgiveness is not forgetting; it is remembering without anger. It is the art of releasing pain while keeping the lesson.
Some songs are born from pure love; others are composed from the echoes of heartbreak and betrayal. Yet both have their place in the symphony of life.
Every legend must find its horizon beyond the shadows, for within those shadows, truth waits — quietly, patiently — for the light to return.
The past will always find its way home, but do not dwell there. The past is the battlefield of the mind, not the dwelling place of the soul. Live in the present — it is the only place where peace can breathe.
No matter the pain, do not live in the confines of closure. Closure is for songs whose rhythm has ended. Live instead in the open, where the music still plays, where new melodies are waiting to be written.
For love, like music, never truly dies. It only waits for the right keys to play — just as love waits for the right heart to receive it.