We Were Meant to Be. Just Not Forever.

We met in the middle of our mess.
Neither of us was whole. Neither of us was ready.
But somehow, we fit — not like puzzle pieces, but like broken glass that stopped cutting when placed next to the right edges.

You showed up when I needed to remember what love felt like. Not the fairy-tale kind. Not the kind wrapped in neat endings. But the kind that made me believe in softness again.

We talked like we’d known each other forever. Hours flew by like minutes. Even silence between us felt sacred. I remember your laugh — not just the sound of it, but the way it made my chest feel lighter. I remember how your presence steadied me in ways I didn’t even know I needed.

But here’s the truth:
Not every love story ends with “happily ever after.”
Some love stories teach us how to love ourselves better.
Some love stories are just chapters, not the whole book.


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We Were a Beautiful Beginning, Not a Lifetime

I used to think that meant we failed — that if something ends, it must have been wrong. But now I realize: endings don’t erase meaning. Just because something didn’t last forever doesn’t mean it wasn’t love.

You were my reminder that I could feel again. That vulnerability wasn’t weakness. That showing up — flawed and human — was still enough.

We were meant to cross paths, to collide like stars in a brief blaze of brilliance. And then… to let go.

Letting go didn’t happen all at once.
It was slow. Messy. Some days, I’d convince myself we could make it work. Other days, I knew we were both holding onto a version of each other that no longer existed.

But love isn’t just about holding on.
Sometimes, it’s about knowing when to set someone free — not out of anger, but out of respect for who you both are becoming.


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You Were a Mirror, Not a Forever

You reflected back to me the parts of myself I had buried. The dreams I had let go of. The courage I didn’t know was still there.

We were mirrors. And sometimes mirrors crack.
We stopped recognizing the reflection.
We started shrinking ourselves to make the other comfortable.
We lost pieces of who we were in trying to preserve something that had already changed.

But oh, how I’m grateful.

Not for the ending — but for the middle.


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What I Learned from Loving You

1. Timing matters.
Love isn’t always enough when two people are growing in opposite directions.


2. It’s okay to walk away from something good if it no longer brings you peace.


3. You can love someone deeply and still let them go. That’s not failure. That’s maturity.


4. Healing doesn’t require closure from someone else. It requires honesty with yourself.




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You Were Meant for That Season

We were meant to be. Just not forever.

You were meant to be the person I laughed with on rooftops. The one I danced with in the kitchen. The one I trusted enough to fall apart in front of.

But not the person I’d grow old with.
Not the one who would stay through the storms we never learned how to weather together.

You were the right person for a time when I needed you.
And I hope I was the same for you.

There’s beauty in that. There’s honor in it too.


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And Now, I Carry You Differently

I no longer ache when I hear your name.
I no longer check your page or wonder if you think of me.
But I carry your memory with warmth, not regret.

Because some people don’t stay —
They arrive. They awaken. They leave.
And they leave us different than they found us.

You were a lesson. A light.
A love that wasn’t meant to last,
But was meant to be.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.