We spent seven years saying “maybe.”
Maybe next year.
Maybe when things settle.
Maybe when we’re ready.
Seven years is a long time
to love someone
and still not know where you stand.
We weren’t fighting.
We weren’t broken.
We were just… unclear.
And somehow that was enough
to slowly pull us apart.
When we finally let go,
it didn’t feel like losing a person —
it felt like losing time
we thought meant something more.
Then I met someone new.
Three months in,
there were no maybes.
No circles.
Just simple, honest certainty.
And standing there, saying yes,
I understood what seven years
never taught me :
Time doesn’t create commitment.
Clarity does.