Right person. Right love. Wrong version of me. Almost six years — five years and six months to be exact — of plans we thought we’d turn into reality. Of a future we could almost touch.
The hardest truth I carry now is this: you can have the relationship that fits your heart perfectly… and still not be the right person to hold it yet. I wasn’t lacking in love. I was just too focused on building something stable for us, that I forgot to show up for the us we already had.
I thought chasing my career was paving our way — but instead I grew distant, quiet, absent even when I was right there. I couldn’t explain the weight I carried, and you couldn’t understand why I pulled away. We had all the right pieces, but I didn’t know how to put them together back then. You deserved someone who wouldn’t make you guess if you mattered. Someone who wouldn’t choose “someday” over “right now.” And as much as I wanted to be that person — I just wasn’t ready yet.
Shared sorrow cuts the weight in half; shared hope doubles the light. You were never meant to survive the storm alone — and that is both our comfort and our promise.
