She felt like a shattered mirror, fragments of her heart scattered everywhere. The loss of her children had left her hollow, a shell of the woman she once was. The days blended together in a haze of grief and despair. Life had no flavor, no purpose.

She went through the motions, alone and adrift, until she met him. He was kind, with eyes that saw past her brokenness and into the depths of her soul. He loved her without condition, without expectation.

As they talked, she began to find pieces of herself again. He helped her see that she was more than her pain, more than her loss. He loved her for who she was, broken parts and all.

Slowly, she started to heal. The colors of life began to seep back in, faint at first, then brighter. She started to laugh again, to feel joy in small things.

He was her anchor, her safe harbor. With him, she found a new purpose, a reason to keep going. She realized life was worth living, that she had so much love to give.

In his arms, she felt whole again, like the broken pieces had been pieced back together. She was still fragile, but she was healing. And with him, she knew she could face anything