...She tended the devoted with the care of someone who knew the price of caring. The lover, the parent, the faithful friend, all those who had allowed their hearts to matter more than their own safety, they all found their way to her threshold. She would sit with them in the dark hour before dawn, when love felt most fragile, and simply hold space for their devotion without asking them to be less vulnerable. She did not shield them from pain, for pain was the proof that love was real and deep. Instead, she reminded them that the capacity to be broken by what you cherish was not weakness but courage. She was the guardian of hearts that refused to grow protective shells, that remained open even knowing the risk. And in standing with them, she made it possible to love in a world that did not always deserve such love...