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Chapter 1: Finding Love in the Ruins 1.1 — How Love Finds You in Your Lowest State Love does not arrive when your hair is neat, your bank account full, or your heart fully mended. It does not wait for the moment you feel presentable or proud of the person you’ve become. It comes when you are weary from trying. When you are barely holding your life together. When your eyes are dull from wanting something you no longer believe is possible. It comes like water reaching cracked earth — not to...

Chapter 1 — Fields of Attraction, Fields of Memory There is a moment before the moment. Before the body turns, before the eyes confirm, before language rushes back to fill the ache—there is a tremor in the field. You don’t see them first. You feel them. Not as a person, but as a ripple. A dissonance. A shift in the gravity of your inner world. Before recognition, there is remembrance. The body is the first to remember. It holds what the mind tried to bury, what the heart tried to rewrite,...

Chapter 1: The First Cut Before the wound, there was a softness to everything. There was a way the world held me without me having to ask. A time when love was still effortless—a natural inheritance I didn’t yet know could be stolen. I didn’t know that trust was a thing that could be taken from you—not just broken, but reshaped into something you’d spend years trying to touch again, only to find your own hands shaking when it got close. This is the chapter before the scar. This is the moment...