To have loved—even if it didn’t last—is a gift. It means your heart was brave enough to open, to trust, to feel deeply. And while the ending may have brought pain, the journey itself was filled with moments that shaped you, softened you, and taught you what it means to truly care.
This feeling is reflective. It’s looking back not with regret, but with warmth. You remember the laughter, the closeness, the way your heart once danced. You acknowledge the lessons—the ones that came through joy, and the ones that came through heartbreak. And you realize: love changed you.
You’re grateful not because it was perfect, but because it was real. Because it showed you parts of yourself you hadn’t met before. Because it reminded you that you are capable of connection, of tenderness, of growth.
Even if the person is no longer beside you, the love remains a part of your story. A chapter that mattered. A memory that lives gently in your heart.
To have loved is to have lived. And for that, you are thankful.
