You weren't in love with them. You were in love with the possibility of them — the version they never became. The one you waited for anyway. It wasn’t love. It was a promise your heart wrote on their behalf. And sometimes, the hardest part isn't letting go of the person — it's grieving the future you built around who they could have been. The love you imagined together doesn’t die all at once. It fades — every time you realize they are not the person you needed. And healing begins the moment you stop rewriting their story, and start rewriting your own.
Not sure who wrote this, but it felt like a piece of my heart put into words.

















