Still healing, still whole.

I opened my heart to someone who said all the right things, who made plans and painted pictures of the future with me. I believed him. I believed in us. And maybe that wasn’t foolish maybe it was just human.

When I shared something deeply personal, I thought it would bring us closer. But instead of feeling held, I felt exposed. His reaction didn’t break me but it bruised something tender inside me. It reminded me that even when someone claims to love you, that love can have limits. Conditions. Gaps.

And that’s what hurts the most.

He said he needed time. But what about the time I spent hoping, waiting, believing he’d choose me fully? I’ve realized that waiting for someone to figure out if they want you is its own kind of rejection. Silent, but sharp.

So here it is, my closure.

I deserve a love that doesn’t hesitate when the truth shows up.
A love that holds me, not questions me.
A love that feels like home not a waiting room.

I’m not broken because he couldn’t see my worth. I’m not unlovable because someone couldn’t carry my truth. He just wasn’t the one. And that’s okay.

I’m proud of myself for walking away before I lost more of me trying to be “enough” for someone else.

This is not the end of love for me.
This is just the beginning of loving myself louder.

Still healing, still whole.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Well, that is an interesting story about what has happened to you; and I remember you relocating.

Anyway, at least you felt strong enough to walk away completely from that relationship? So, a clear cut-off. And, sure in your mind that it was no longer working.

Indeed, as far as I can guess; you certainly gave a lot of time to this relationship. But, that guy did not really seem committed enough to you (basically)?

At least, you don't feel broken by how it worked out; and prepared to make a fresh start when possible...