You stop running from your reflection. You look in the mirror and recognise yourself, not as the person you once were, not as someone broken or bruised, but someone whole. Someone wise. Someone who made it. You start trusting again—your timing, your instincts, your heart. You don’t settle for half-hearted love or lukewarm joy. You know now that you’re worth the full thing. The kind of love that’s soft and certain. The kind of peace that doesn’t ask you to shrink.