It is losing a whole part of your life, your support, your familiar world. But with time comes the understanding: the heart continues to beat, the soul wants warmth, and life asks for new colors. And then a question appears in the head, full of pain and hope: don't I deserve love?

Many people think that a widow should remain in the eternal shadow of the past. That new feelings are a betrayal of memory. But this is a mistake. The love we felt for the person who passed away is priceless. It will forever remain in our hearts. But life does not stop. We are not obliged to wall ourselves up in loneliness.

I have the right to laugh again. I have the right to dream again. And I have the right to love again.

And this does not cancel my pain. It does not erase the memories. It simply says that I am alive. That I am still a woman who wants tenderness, care and happiness next to someone.

New love will not replace the past - it will be different. And that's okay. We all change under the weight of what we've experienced. But it's this experience that makes us deeper, wiser and more sincere in new feelings.

So why should I be ashamed of wanting to be loved? Why does society sometimes make me think that I "rushed" or that "it's too late"?

No.
I'm not in a hurry.
And it's never too late to look for love.

I'm a widow.
But I'm alive.
And yes, I deserve love.