Time taught me that as much as I loved you, I couldn’t change you. I couldn’t make you love me the way I needed to be loved.
And in the end, that mattered more than my swelling heart. In the end, I wanted you to be something you couldn’t, something you won’t ever be.
And now I understand why people say love isn’t fair—because you can give everything you have to someone and end up empty, because you can love with your entire being and still be alone, because you can want something, want someone so bad, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be together in the end.
And I’m slowly learning this lesson
I thought I had all the answers when it came to us. That one day we would float back into each other’s lives like we never left. I thought I knew you, knew my heart, knew the depth of our love.
But maybe you’re not meant to be mine forever. Maybe you’re supposed to settle like dust, fade like an old filmstrip, set like the sun at the end of the day—a reminder of who we were, who I was standing next to you.
Maybe you’re meant to be a memory, a beautiful piece of my heart I’ll never forget. A section of my life, carved away with love and care.
Maybe you’ll always matter to me, but that’s all you will be—time’s lesson that I now must let go of.
Maybe we aren’t meant to become, aren’t meant to reattach, aren’t meant to rewrite the past and begin a new story.
And maybe I’m learning to be okay with that.
-@_marisadonnelly (via @thoughtscatalog // instagram)