11:58 PM
She did it.
After months of distance.
Months of careful check-ins.
Months of progress measured in small, cautious steps.
She asked him to meet her in person.
It happened a few days ago.
She didn't tell me until yesterday.
I think she needed time to process it first.
They met somewhere neutral.
Not loaded with memory.
She told me he looked different.
Not physically.
Quieter.
Grounded.
He didn't beg.
He didn't panic.
He didn't ask if she still loved him.
He told her what he's been working on.
Therapy.
Boundaries.
Self-regulation.
Building a life that doesn't collapse if she steps back.
And then he said something simple:
"I don't want you to carry me anymore."
That's when she decided.
She's giving him another chance.
Not blindly.
Intentionally.
So that's what she was waiting for.
Not instant change, but the courage to believe growth is real.
I'm happy for them.
I didn't expect that to be my main emotion, but it is.
Maybe forever isn't a promise.
Maybe it's a practice.
Maybe it's choosing each other again and again — but only if both people are standing on their own feet.
Growth is the key.
You can't cling your way into stability.
You have to become secure enough that you don't need your partner to survive — you just want them.
She already knew that.
He had to learn it.
And maybe that's okay.
I hope it works.
I really do.
And as for me…
I hope my future lasts too.
With him.
And if it doesn't — if life shifts, if distance changes something — I think I'll survive it.
That's the point, right?
Love should add to you.
Not hold you up.
But still.
I'd like to keep choosing him.
As long as he keeps choosing me.