You weren't in love with them, you were in love with the possibility of them, the version they never became, the one you waited for anyway.

It wasn't love. 

It was a promise your heart wrote on their behalf. 

Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go of a person, it's giving the future you built around who they could have been. 

The life you build together doesn't die all at once, it fades everytime you realise they're not the person you needed.

You start healing the moment to stop rewriting your story. And rewriting your own.