Change of heart

I once believed one person could be my purpose, That none but her could fill my world. But with the hands of friends, I found myself— Freed from this quiet storm, this trap called a crush. Her presence, unknowingly, was my undoing. Mistakes were lessons; hope, a fragile thread. She meant the world, but fear kept me silent, A quiet devotion, all for her. Now I see—what it truly means To love, to grow, to find "the one."