Long time ago, I met someone who kept appearing and disappearing in my life, like the tide. He was never truly there, yet somehow, he never really left either. I was so young and I thought what I felt was love but looking back, I realize it wasn’t love, it was the comfort of familiarity. It was the safety of what I already knew, even when it didn’t make me happy.
I confused consistency with affection and silence with peace but love, real love, doesn’t come and go with convenience. It stays. It grows. It gives you freedom, not confusion.
That experience taught me something priceless, sometimes what we hold on to the tightest isn’t the person, it’s the version of ourselves that existed when they were around. We don’t miss them; we miss who we used to be.
And once I understood that, I started letting go, not of the memory, but of the illusion that it meant forever. Because healing doesn’t always mean erasing someone. Sometimes, it’s simply saying thank you for the lesson.
I’m ready to be more myself now. 🌙
Mavisoul Journal 