Is it normal?
To fall in love more than once?

Not with the same person, but with different hearts, at different times.
I used to think love was supposed to be once in a lifetime.
That when you find it, that’s it. You hold on. You fight. You never stop feeling it.

But I don’t know anymore.

How does something that once set your soul on fire, now feel… cold?
How can someone who used to make your heart race now feel like a stranger?
Did the love disappear? Or did we?

Is it wrong to find yourself drawn to someone new while a part of you still aches for the old?
Is that love, or loneliness pretending to be love?
Or maybe just the human heart refusing to stay still.

They say if you can fall out of love, it wasn’t real.
But what if it was real, just not forever?
What if love doesn’t die, it just changes form?

Maybe we fall in love again because we keep evolving.
Maybe each person we love awakens a different version of us.
Maybe love isn’t meant to be owned, just experienced.

I don’t have the answers. I wish I did.
I just know that my heart still feels, even after breaking, even after losing, even after promising it wouldn’t.

And maybe… that’s what it means to be alive.