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My therapist
My therapist told me something
that hurt to hear...
"You miss who they were, not
who they became." And suddenly
everything made sense. I wasn t crying
over the person who ignored me.
I wasn't crying over the person who
stopped trying. I was grieving the version
of them that made me feel loved. The one
who stayed up late to talk to me. The one
who promised they would never leave.
The one who made me believe I was important.
But that person doesn t exist anymore.
And healing started when I stopped chasing
old memories and accepted the reality standing
in front of me. Sometimes the hardest goodbye
is saying goodbye to the person they used to be.
