And I hate how time turns longing into something blurry, because sometimes I feel like I miss him more than I remember him. Like my grief is louder than the details.
we were not built for relentless ambition. we were built for rhythm, for seasons, for rest. and yet somewhere along the way, rest became indulgent, something we had to earn rather than something we were born deserving.
A relationship isn’t supposed to feel like you’re swallowing yourself so much to keep the other person whole. I kept my own feelings at an arm’s length, avoiding the questions I didn’t feel ready to answer. Being with him was an escape from having to trulymeet myself, and ask: What do I want out of life?