214. The Life They Finally BuildNova

There was a time I thought love meant returning.

Returning to where it began.

Returning to who we were.

Returning to the version of us that existed before everything broke.

I know better now because standing here, under the wide Nairobi sky, the hum of life stretching in every direction, the sound of children laughing somewhere behind me, I realize something that feels both simple and profound:

We didn’t go back.

We grew forward.

And somehow… we found ...