The strength of a relationship is not measured by the absence of conflict, but by the willingness to return to one another with humility and care.

 

02-23-2026

©2026 BTMT-TJ

The strength of a relationship is not measured by the absence of conflict, but by the willingness to return to one another with humility and care.

No matter how deep and sincere the love between two people is, there will be moments of disconnection. It might begin with something small. A disagreement. A dismissive tone. A need that quietly goes unmet. At other times, it may stem from something heavier, such as betrayal, repeated criticism, or a long pattern of miscommunication that was never fully addressed.

When disconnection happens, it rarely affects only one area of the relationship. Trust can weaken. Respect can erode. Intimacy can thin out. Most importantly, emotional safety begins to fade. You stop feeling relaxed in each other’s presence. You become more careful. You measure your words. You protect yourself from reactions that feel unpredictable.

Disconnection is inevitable because relationships are built by imperfect people. You will misunderstand each other. You will disappoint each other. You will sometimes fail to show up the way you intended. Trying to prevent every moment of conflict is unrealistic. In truth, the goal should not be to eliminate disconnection. The goal should be to master reconnection.

Many couples spend enormous energy trying to avoid tension. They tiptoe around difficult topics. They suppress irritation. They attempt to preserve the image of a harmonious relationship. In doing so, they neglect the deeper truth that relationships do not survive because they are flawless. They survive because they are repaired.

Repair is where growth lives. It asks you to lower your ego and raise your awareness. It requires you to recognize your triggers and take responsibility for your impact. It invites you to shift from attacking each other to addressing the problem together.

It has taken time and humility for me to understand that when disconnection occurs, protecting my pride only widens the gap. Protecting the relationship requires something different. It requires listening instead of defending. It requires acknowledging hurt instead of minimizing it. It requires prioritizing the bond over the need to be right.

Reconnection strengthens a relationship in ways that avoidance never can. Each repaired fracture builds resilience. Each honest conversation rebuilds emotional safety. Over time, you begin to trust that even when tension arises, you can find your way back to each other.

There is a delicate balance here. Becoming comfortable with constant disconnection without meaningful repair is dangerous. When accountability is absent and patterns remain unchanged, resentment grows. Small disappointments harden into emotional distance. Blame replaces curiosity. Eventually, reconnection can begin to feel unreachable.

Returning to emotional safety should be the shared intention. That requires working as a team. It requires taking responsibility for your part. It requires acknowledging harm clearly and offering repair sincerely. It requires fostering positive interaction intentionally rather than assuming it will happen on its own. It requires forgiveness, openness, and a willingness to break old patterns.

Disconnection is not the enemy. Avoidance of repair is.

A healthy relationship is not one that never fractures. It is one where both people are committed to finding their way back, again and again, with humility and care.

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You did not lose yourself. You were coming home.

 

02-17-2026

©2026 BTMT-TJ
Many people imagine psychological growth as a permanent state of calm. They picture someone who is endlessly patient, universally loving, untouched by irritation or grief. Enlightenment, in that fantasy, looks like floating above ordinary human struggle.

Real inner evolution feels very different.

More often, it feels like discomfort. It feels like loneliness in rooms that once felt familiar. It feels like questioning beliefs you once defended without hesitation. Growth does not usually arrive wrapped in serenity. It often begins with friction.

There is a quiet grief in it as well. You start losing parts of yourself that once felt essential. Old identities fall away. Roles that once defined you no longer fit. The life you built around those identities begins to shift, sometimes without your consent.

If you have been feeling different lately, more sensitive, more distant, more aware of what does not sit right, you may worry that something is wrong. You may wonder why conversations feel shallow, why certain relationships feel strained, why familiar habits no longer soothe you.

It is possible that you are not broken. It is possible that you are outgrowing a former version of yourself.

One of the first signs of this shift is that you no longer feel compelled to be understood by everyone. There may have been a time when misunderstanding felt intolerable. You explained yourself repeatedly. You worked hard to ensure that others saw your intentions clearly. Being misread felt like rejection.

Now, something has softened. You still value being seen, yet you no longer exhaust yourself chasing universal approval. You recognize that some people interpret the world through their own wounds and expectations. When you stop managing how you are perceived, you reclaim an enormous amount of energy. You begin to live without performing.

Another change appears in your relationship with your emotions. You still experience sadness, anger, fear, and jealousy. Growth does not erase these feelings. What shifts is your response to them. You do not panic as quickly. You do not rush to distract yourself. You do not label yourself as dramatic or weak for feeling deeply.

You sit with what arises. You allow it to move through you. This capacity to feel without collapsing is a quiet form of strength. Avoidance may look strong from the outside, yet awareness is far more resilient.

You may also notice that you no longer chase closure the way you once did. There was likely a period when you needed answers to every ending. You searched for explanations. You wanted apologies. You wanted someone to clarify why things unfolded as they did.

Over time, you begin to understand that closure rarely comes from another person. It emerges from acceptance. You do not need every question answered in order to move forward. You can release what does not resolve.

As you grow, protecting your peace starts to matter more than protecting your image. You might have once agreed to things you did not want. You might have tolerated behavior that chipped away at your sense of self because you feared being perceived as difficult.

Now, you make different choices. You leave situations that drain you. You say no without crafting elaborate explanations. You draw boundaries and allow others to respond as they will. This is not selfishness. It is self respect.

There is also a noticeable pause between stimulus and reaction. In the past, hurt may have triggered immediate withdrawal. Anger may have sparked an explosion. Fear may have led to defensiveness. With growth, a small space opens. You feel the emotion, you breathe, and you choose your response. That pause is consciousness in action.

Your desires begin to shift as well. Surface level conversations feel less satisfying. Endless distraction leaves you hollow. You crave depth. You want connection that feels honest. You seek experiences that resonate rather than entertain. This shift can make you feel lonely at times, because not everyone is willing to meet you there.

Forgiveness becomes easier, not because others have changed, but because you are tired of carrying resentment. Bitterness drains you. Compassion, even toward your past self, feels lighter. You begin to forgive yourself for what you did not know, for what you tolerated, for how you survived.

Some relationships may feel different. People you once felt inseparable from may seem distant. Shared interests fade. Conversations lose their spark. This can be painful. Growth does not make you superior. It makes you aligned. Alignment sometimes changes who can comfortably walk beside you.

Perhaps the most subtle shift is trust. You still care about outcomes. You still plan. Yet when things do not unfold as expected, you do not unravel in the same way. You have seen enough of life to understand that detours often carry lessons you could not have predicted. Trust becomes less of a concept and more of a sensation in your body.

Spiritual growth does not remove hardship. It does not grant permanent bliss. It deepens your capacity to experience life honestly. It makes you softer without making you fragile. It makes you braver without making you reckless.

One day, you may look back at this period of discomfort and recognize it for what it was. You were not falling apart. You were shedding.

You did not lose yourself.

You were coming home.

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The past does not exist in the present

 02-13-2026

©2026 BTMT-TJ

This may sound obvious, yet it is one of the hardest truths to live by: the past does not exist in the present.

It does not sit in the room with you. It does not breathe the air you are breathing. It is over.

Yet so many of us carry it as if it were happening right now. We drag the same stories, the same regrets, the same wounds across years until the weight becomes familiar. Familiar can start to feel like identity. Letting go can feel like losing a piece of who we are.

I used to believe that if I could just break free from my history, I would finally feel light. I wanted to live fully awake in the present, untouched by yesterday. Still, I found myself wandering back. I replayed conversations. I rewrote endings in my head. I returned to moments I could not change, as if staring at them long enough might produce a different outcome.

It felt like I was studying my life, when in truth I was reliving it.

There are many reasons we hold on. Some of us have emotions that were never fully processed. Some of us are fiercely attached to people and places that shaped us, and letting go feels like erasing them. Some of us are afraid of the unknown future, so we retreat to what is already written, even if it hurts.

For me, it was all of it.

The past shaped me. It gave me language, instincts, and resilience. It taught me how to navigate the world. It is woven into my nervous system and my memory. Still, shaping is not the same as controlling. It is not a prophecy. It does not get to dictate what happens next unless I keep handing it the pen.

I used to think that if I examined my past closely enough, I would find the perfect lesson hidden inside it. I would become wiser, braver, better. I combed through old mistakes like an archaeologist, searching for meaning in the rubble.

Reliving is not the same as resolving. No matter how many times you revisit a memory, it does not change the fact that pain is part of being human. You can learn every lesson and still be hurt again. You can promise yourself you will never trust blindly, and still find yourself trusting. You can gather scars and still open your heart.

That is not failure. That is life.

Growth is not a single breakthrough. It is a continuous cycle of breaking and rebuilding. There is no final chapter where pain is permanently retired. As long as you are alive, you will risk loss. As long as your heart beats, it can be broken.

The past is stitched into you, but not everything stitched in must be carried forward with equal weight. Some experiences were meaningful. Some were devastating. All of them were real. None of them need to be relived daily to remain valid.

You do not have to replay every conversation to prove it mattered. You do not have to rehearse every regret to prove you learned something. The past does not disappear simply because you stop staring at it.

At some point, becoming someone you love requires releasing someone you recognize. That is the uncomfortable part. The old identity, even if it was built in pain, is familiar. It feels like home. Even an unhealthy home can feel safer than the open road.

There is a line of thinking that suggests we sometimes choose to stay stuck because it gives us an explanation. If we remain bound to our wounds, we can point to them and say, this is why I am this way. Moving forward removes that shield. It asks us to take responsibility for who we are becoming.

That is frightening.

You did not choose what happened to you. You did not choose every loss, every betrayal, every circumstance. You do get to choose what you do with it now. The past may have constructed the foundation, yet you are the one building the next floor.

You cannot erase memory. You can change your relationship to it.

You can let it be evidence of survival instead of proof of brokenness. You can hold it gently instead of letting it dominate your thoughts. You can acknowledge that it happened without allowing it to define every present moment.

Life is still unfolding. New conversations are happening. New choices are waiting. The present does not ask you to forget. It asks you to show up.

There comes a time when you realize that staying anchored to what was is costing you what could be. Moving forward does not dishonor your history. It honors your capacity to grow beyond it.

The past belongs behind you. The present is where your hands are. The future is still being written.

It is time to step into it.

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Will you notice before I disappear?

02-12-2026

©BTMT-TJ

Some people do not shatter loudly when they are hurt.

They do not raise their voice.
They do not demand repair.
They do not deliver ultimatums or dramatic exits.

They grow quiet.

They begin to step back in ways that are almost imperceptible. A delayed reply. A softer laugh. Fewer details shared. The shift is so subtle that it can be mistaken for mood, for busyness, for nothing at all.

By the time the distance is visible, it often feels irreversible.

Emotional withdrawal rarely begins with a single moment. It builds slowly. One dismissal may sting. Repeated dismissals reshape the way a person feels inside the relationship. One broken promise may disappoint. A pattern of broken promises alters trust at its foundation.

When needs go unmet again and again, something changes. Closeness no longer feels safe. It feels risky. It feels like exposure without protection.

Distance starts to feel like relief.

You might wonder why no warning was given. The truth is that there usually were warnings. They just were not delivered in flames.

There were gentle conversations. Hints. Requests framed carefully. Attempts to explain what felt painful. Efforts to name the pattern before it hardened.

When those attempts were minimized, forgotten, or met with defensiveness, something inside closed.

Silence is rarely the first move. It is usually the final one.

At some point, staying emotionally connected begins to require self erasure. Lowering expectations to avoid disappointment. Swallowing instincts to avoid conflict. Repeating explanations that lead nowhere.

Pulling back can start to feel like the only way to remain intact.

This kind of distancing is not usually fueled by revenge. It is a form of self preservation. It is what happens when someone cares deeply and reaches the limit of what they can endure.

There is a paradox here. The people who withdraw quietly are often the ones who cared the most. That is precisely why they do not explode. Anger feels destructive. Confrontation feels exhausting. Distance feels clean. It allows them to stop bleeding without turning cruel.

When emotional distance sets in, the relationship shifts in noticeable but understated ways. Conversations stay on the surface. Vulnerability fades. Shared dreams feel less vivid. The connection becomes functional rather than intimate.

Love may still exist, but safety has eroded. Without safety, love struggles to breathe.

Reconnection after this kind of withdrawal is difficult because it requires reopening what has already hurt. It asks someone to risk disappointment again. Without real change, without accountability and visible effort, stepping back feels wiser than leaning in.

Distance is not always a goodbye. Sometimes it is a question.

Will you notice before I disappear?

It is not manipulation. It is a final attempt to see whether the bond still matters to both people.

If nothing changes, that question eventually becomes an answer.

There are early signs most people miss. Less sharing. Fewer requests. Reduced reactions. This is not indifference. It is fatigue. Emotional exhaustion does not announce itself loudly. It dims.

When someone pulls away after repeated hurt, it is rarely because they stopped caring. It is often because they cared for a long time without feeling safe in return.

Not everyone who grows distant is giving up. Some are choosing survival over suffering. Some are learning that self respect sometimes looks like stepping back instead of staying and shrinking.

That kind of distance does not come from coldness. It comes from someone who tried.

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Living on borrowed moments

02-11-2026

©2025 BTMT-TJ

I have started to realize that I am living on borrowed moments
in a world that was never promised to me.
I move through my days as if time belongs in my hands,
as if I can hold it still long enough to understand it.
Yet it has never been mine to keep.

I breathe as though the air will always return,
as though there will always be another morning,
another chance to say what I meant to say.
Each breath feels steady and reliable
until the moment it catches,
until I am reminded how fragile it all is.

I treat goodbyes like distant events,
something scheduled far ahead on a calendar I have not opened.
Then one day they arrive without announcement,
quiet and irreversible,
and I am left standing in the space
where certainty used to live.

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Photographs and Memories...

02-10-2025

©2026 BTMT-TJ

Some photos stay with us not because we return to them often, but because deleting them feels like a second kind of loss.

They live quietly in forgotten folders, old albums, or the back of a drawer. We rarely open them. Still, we know exactly where they are. Letting them go would mean admitting that what they hold has fully passed, and that can feel heavier than simply leaving them untouched.

These images are more than pictures. They are proof that a moment once existed. Evidence that we laughed that way, stood beside that person, believed in something that felt real at the time. They remind us of who we were before life reshaped us, before experience refined our edges.

Even as everything else changes, those frozen seconds keep their warmth. They carry the atmosphere of days we cannot return to, and sometimes it feels kinder to preserve them than to confront what their absence would confirm. Keeping them allows the past to remain acknowledged rather than erased.

Some photos ache to look at. They stir memories we thought had settled, emotions we believed we had already carried to completion. Still, they remain. Not out of longing, but out of respect. Like old letters kept in a box, untouched yet treasured. It is not about reopening the story. It is about honoring that it existed.

Perhaps one day we will look at them again. Perhaps we will not. Even so, there is comfort in knowing they are there. Somewhere, a younger version of us is still smiling, still hopeful, still reaching toward a future they believed in.

We keep these images because they remind us that we once showed up fully. That time moved forward, yet some moments were meaningful enough to save. Not to relive them, but to remember that they were real, and so were we.

-TJ

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A version of pain that no longer exists

 02-09-2026
©2026 BTMT-TJ

I have come to a realization that is difficult to sit with.

Many times, we do not lose meaningful people because they harm us. We lose them because we are still protecting ourselves from someone else. From an earlier wound. From disappointment that never fully healed. From experiences that taught us to stay alert and guarded.

Self protection often begins with good intentions. It feels wise. It feels like maturity. It feels like finally learning to draw boundaries and take care of yourself. For a while, it even feels empowering.

Then something subtle shifts.

Protection slowly hardens into distance. Caution turns into suspicion. We begin to assume that everyone carries the same potential for harm. We read meaning into small moments that were never meant to carry weight. We hold people at a careful distance and call it discernment, when in truth we are simply exhausted from being hurt.

What unsettles me most is how easily we begin to group people together in our minds. Those who betrayed us. Those who spoke poorly of us. Those who disappeared when things became difficult. They all blend into one story.

When someone new enters our life, someone patient, steady, genuinely supportive, they inherit that story before they ever earn it. They are treated as if they are already guilty. Not because of anything they have done, but because of what they remind us of.

They feel it.

They sense the hesitation. The walls. The way parts of us stay hidden, just in case. They did nothing wrong, yet they carry the cost of damage they never caused.

That is the quiet grief of self protection taken too far.

Some of the people we pushed away were not trying to compete with us or undermine us. They were not waiting for us to fail. They were quietly rooting for us, sometimes in rooms we never entered. We were so busy bracing for impact that we never noticed the support.

Looking back, there are moments I wish I had handled differently. Moments where curiosity could have replaced assumption. Moments where honesty could have softened distance. Moments where saying, I am guarded because I have been hurt, not because of you, might have changed everything.

Instead, silence felt safer. Distance felt easier. Withdrawal felt like control.

It is true that not everyone deserves access to you. Discernment matters. Boundaries are necessary. Some walls were built for good reason.

Still, not everyone who comes close is trying to take something from you. Not everyone who loves you has hidden motives. Not everyone who challenges you is attacking you. Some people simply want to understand you. Some want to stand beside you. Some want the opportunity to show up.

Sometimes they leave. Not because they did not care, but because it is exhausting to be punished for harm they never inflicted.

That realization often arrives late. It surfaces in quiet moments. When you think of names you no longer speak to and cannot fully explain why. When you remember conversations you shut down too quickly. When you see how often self protection replaced connection.

This is not an invitation to blame yourself. It is not a call to tear down every wall you have built. It is an invitation to notice which ones still serve you and which ones were meant only to get you through a different chapter.

Some of the walls that kept you alive do not need to follow you into the rest of your life.

Because sometimes the people we miss most were not taken from us.

They were pushed away while we were trying to protect ourselves from a version of pain that no longer exists.

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True freedom is quiet

 

02-09-2026
©2026 BTMT-TJ

There comes a point in emotional healing when explanations simply fall away. Not because the words are gone, but because the need to be understood no longer feels essential. From the outside, this shift is often mistaken for detachment or indifference. In truth, it is something far more meaningful. It is release.

For a long time, explanations are fueled by hope. Hope that someone will finally listen without defensiveness. Hope that intentions will be recognized. Hope that pain will be acknowledged and held with care. As long as that hope exists, there is a reason to keep clarifying, keep revisiting, keep trying to be seen.

When hope dissolves, explanations lose their purpose. Justification belongs to the belief that something can still be negotiated. Once that belief fades, freedom begins.

Explaining yourself is a form of emotional labor. It requires vulnerability and trust that your words will be received with respect. When that trust erodes, continuing to explain becomes costly. Silence, then, is not punishment or withdrawal. It is an act of self preservation. It is the moment you decide that your peace matters more than being correctly perceived.

Before someone stops explaining, a quiet internal shift takes place. They accept that consensus is not required. They accept that validation is optional. They accept that agreement is not a prerequisite for moving forward. This realization does not arrive with drama. It settles in gently, marking the end of emotional dependence.

From the outside, this choice can look passive. People may wonder why you do not correct misunderstandings or defend your position. The answer is simple. Correction implies attachment. When you are no longer attached to being understood, misinterpretation loses its power. Your truth no longer needs witnesses to remain true.

What follows this release is a particular kind of calm. Not excitement or relief, but steadiness. The body is no longer braced for conflict. The mind stops rehearsing conversations that will never happen. Emotions no longer feel as though they are on trial. This calm is not accidental. It is earned through restraint and self respect.

Freedom also changes the way you connect with others. You stop chasing understanding. You stop forcing intimacy. You stop oversharing in the hope of being known. Connection becomes something that unfolds naturally rather than something you manage or prove. When it appears, it feels mutual. When it does not, you remain grounded.

To those who benefited from your constant explaining, this shift may feel like distance. When you stop justifying yourself, others lose leverage. That discomfort is often mislabeled as your coldness. What has actually changed is not your capacity to care, but your boundaries.

True freedom is quiet. It does not announce itself or seek approval. It simply stops asking for permission. When someone no longer explains themselves, they are not abandoning connection. They are choosing connection that does not require the sacrifice of self respect.

That choice, steady and unspoken, is what freedom really sounds like.

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I said goodbye to you quietly

02-06-2026

©2026 BTMT-TJ

I said goodbye to you quietly. There was no letter written, no speech rehearsed, no dramatic moment to mark the end. It was the kind of goodbye that happens without ceremony, the kind two people understand without ever agreeing on the words. It lived in the pause, in the space where nothing more could be said.

I believed that goodbye would bring peace, and in some ways it did. Still, questions linger. I catch myself wondering who I would be to you now. I wonder how you would read the words I write today, what you would think of the ideas that occupy my mind, how time might have reshaped the way you saw me if our lives had not drifted apart. Those thoughts arrive uninvited, carrying a tenderness that surprises me.

I said goodbye to you, yet the mind has a habit of wandering into alternate versions of reality. There are moments when I imagine a life where you remained, where we continued alongside each other. Those imagined paths feel vivid, almost reachable. Still, no amount of wondering changes what is true. You are no longer here, and the story we shared has reached its ending.

What I miss may not be you as you truly were. It may be the version of you shaped by memory and longing, softened by distance, edited by time. The person I revisit in my thoughts may never have existed in quite that way. Perhaps what I miss is the idea of you, the comfort of what I believed we were, rather than the reality we lived.

I said goodbye to you, though letting go has not been simple. You occupied so much space in my life that moving forward without you feels disorienting. Your presence was threaded through ordinary moments, habits, and places. Without it, something feels unfinished, as though a sentence ended too soon.

Even so, I know that reopening that door would not bring healing. Growth has carried us in different directions. There is no blame in that, only change. I understand that seeing you again would stir memories I have worked hard to steady. The pain would return alongside the nostalgia, and I would lose my footing all over again.

The past cannot be revisited without cost. What was cannot be restored, and distance has become a form of care.

I said goodbye to you, and I am learning to release the question of what might have been. The answer never changes. What has ended has ended for a reason. Some things are meant to remain in the past.

Acceptance is a practice. I am learning to stop searching for you in familiar streets, in strangers’ faces, in echoes of old conversations. I am learning to let your absence be real, rather than filling it with imagined returns. This time, the letting go is intentional.

Thank you for what we shared, for the moments that felt light and the ones that hurt. Thank you for being present when I needed connection. Thank you for the ways you made me feel seen, even briefly. Gratitude can exist alongside pain. Both shaped who I am now.

This goodbye is not dramatic. It is honest.

I release you, and I release the story of what could have been.

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Love should never demand that you change in order to be worthy of it.

02-06-2026

©2026 BTMT-TJ

I once believed that love should arrive without requirements. That it should be unconditional in the purest sense, asking nothing of us and leaving us exactly as we are. To be loved, in that view, meant being accepted fully and immediately, without edits or adjustments, without having to become anything other than who we already were.

That belief is not wrong. Love should never demand that you change in order to be worthy of it. It should not become transactional or conditional, keeping score of effort or sacrifice. Love should welcome you in all of your states, in your confidence and in your doubt, in your tenderness and in your shame.

Still, there is another truth that took me much longer to understand. Love, when it is allowed to deepen, has a way of inviting change.

Not the kind of change that erases you or reshapes you into something unrecognizable. Rather, the kind that asks you to stay present with yourself instead of turning away. Love may ask you to feel what you have learned to avoid. It may want to see the parts of you that have lived in the dark for a long time. It may ask you to trust again, even while knowing that trust always carries the risk of being hurt.

We are often taught to expect love to arrive complete and effortless, as though it should bloom fully formed and remain untouched by time or struggle. What we hear less often is that love grows, and growth rarely leaves us unchanged. When love matures, it asks something quiet yet demanding of us. It asks whether we are willing to grow alongside it.

I used to think love was the answer to everything. Now I see it more as an invitation, even a challenge. Love asks difficult questions without raising its voice. Can you remain present when it would be easier to disappear? Can you speak honestly when silence once protected you? Can you allow yourself to be influenced, shaped, and expanded by connection?

True love does not force transformation. It does not break you down or insist that you become someone else. Still, it creates a space where staying exactly the same begins to feel uncomfortable. Not because you are lacking, but because there is more available to you. More depth. More awareness. More capacity to give and receive.

Love does not require you to abandon who you are. It does, however, leave its mark. It changes how you listen. It changes how you speak. It changes how you stay when things become difficult. These shifts do not erase you. They refine you.

Perhaps this is what it truly means to be loved. Not to be preserved in stillness, frozen in a single version of yourself, but to be met so fully and honestly that change becomes possible. To be changed without being lost.