Love scars

time stood still. My name is Sophia, and I've been running from love for what feels like an eternity. It's not that I'm afraid of it; it's just that I've learned to associate love with pain. The k

that it was just a mistake, but the seed of doubt had been planted. As the months went by, the hurts accumulated. The scars began to form, layer upon layer, until I was barely recognizable to myself. I became withdrawn, isolated, and afraid to let anyone in. And then, one day, it ended. Alexander left, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. The scars remained, a constant reminder of the love that had failed me. But as I sat in my apartment, surrounded by the memories of what could never be again, I realized that I had a choice to make. I