"What did you do?"Panic hit. Lasted roughly fourteen days.
Then came the thought - he'd seen something clear. Wanting nothing specific made sense, actually, given how rarely time sat empty before. Solitude followed. Half a year passed without company. Talking helped. Sessions unfolded each week. Only after stepping away did I learn my own shape. Back to him I walked anyway
"And he took you back?"
"He did. Because I'd done the work. I'd proven I was different. I'd shown him I was sure." She looked at me. "Sometimes love isn't enough, Brooklyn. Sometimes you need time and growth and proof that you've changed. And that's not romantic. But it's real."
"What if Daniel never believes I've changed? What if six months isn't enough? What if nothing is enough?"
"Then he wasn't meant to be yours. And you move forward anyway. Because you did the work for you, not for him."
My head moved up and down while tears ran without stopping.
