Love Don't Always Walk Easy...

 It’s been about three months since that night—the night I really thought we were done.

We were just past our three-month mark when we had our first real blowup. And when I say real, I mean messy. Hurtful things were said. Feelings got trampled. Tone? Off. Emotions? Everywhere. It was one of those nights when you wonder, “Is this the beginning of the end?”

I had been holding in some feelings, trying to play it cool, trying not to come off “too much.” But it started weighing on me. So I spoke up. I said what I felt, what I needed, what wasn’t working for me.

He listened—but I saw the frustration come over him. Not toward me… toward himself.

And that’s when he said it:

“I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now.”

That sentence cut deep. Not because I didn’t understand it, but because I wasn’t expecting it. We weren’t toxic. We weren’t distant. We were trying. But in that moment, he felt like trying wasn’t enough. He couldn’t promise he could keep showing up the way I needed. And instead of pushing through it, he bowed out.

We broke up.

And I sat with that. I cried, got quiet, got mad, made peace, then got mad again. I kept asking myself—how did we go from all that potential to nothing just like that?

But the truth is... it wasn’t “nothing.” It was a lot. It was real. And neither of us actually wanted to let it go.

So we gave each other space. Unplanned. Unspoken. But needed.

A few weeks passed. Then one day, we found our way back to a conversation. Not the kind filled with ego or blame—but one with clarity, softness, honesty. We admitted we missed each other. That neither of us had peace walking away. That maybe the break wasn’t the end—it was just the pause we didn’t know we needed.

Since then, we’ve been taking our time. Rebuilding. Talking before things pile up. Saying the hard things while there’s still love in the room. It’s not perfect, but it’s intentional.

And that’s what makes all the difference.

Looking back, I’m grateful for that night—not because it felt good (it didn’t), but because it cracked us open. It showed us what needed healing, individually and together.

We didn’t break. We bent. We stretched. We came back.

Affirmation

I trust that space doesn’t always mean separation. I deserve a love that’s not afraid to come back softer, wiser, and more grounded than it left.