meant to be.

Loving him felt like she was walking through a shifting fog—reaching for something that never quite steadied, trying to make sense of a connection that kept unraveling in her hands.

But distance brought truth, and now the patterns stand clear before her.

She looks at the choices he’s made—the cycles he repeats, the wounds he diligently ignores…the familiar dysfunction he calls home.

Not for her to judge, but a reflection of the life she is now grateful to no longer want—the consistent reminder of what happens when a soul seeks refreshing in waters that are not living.

She’s survived others who could not contain her light—and she vowed she would never again look in the mirror and fail to recognize her own reflection.

So she will not dim her sparkle, her spirit, or her God-given glow to fit inside a story that could never rise to meet her.

And though a part of her once wondered what they might have been, she now understands that clarity is a kindness—

…some paths are meant to close so that she can keep becoming who she was always meant to be.