We met when everything felt stuck. I was in a job that went nowhere, just spinning my wheels, and they were in the same kind of place. A dead end road for both of us. I think that’s why it worked for a while. We recognized the same lost look in each other. It wasn’t pretty at first, all our insecurities right out in the open, but we held on. We became a safe place to fall apart, which is its own kind of love. We started to heal things in ourselves just by having someone to show them to. It was messy. It was hard.
Over the years, something shifted. The panic quieted. We got steadier, calmer. We both found better work, real careers that fit who we were becoming. I look back now and see it was all about the healing. That was the whole point of us. I believe people meet for that reason, to patch up the broken parts. And once the lesson is learned, once you’ve grown enough, the connection… it changes. It fades. Sometimes it ends. That’s okay.
I’m grateful for it. For the person it forced me to become. The timing doesn’t really matter, whether you’re twenty or forty. What matters is being ready to face what you see in their eyes. It changes you. It changed me.
