It is crazy how a single moment of misunderstanding can become so toxic that it makes you forget the thousands of lovely moments you have spent together with someone. Anger has a terrible way of rewriting history.
Some relationships don't need to end.
They need to start over. Not because the love wasn't real. But because the version of you that started it, isn't the version you are now. A season of disconnection doesn't always mean it's over forever.
Sometimes it means both people needed space to grow without pulling each other apart in the process. We treat distance like a death sentence.
Sometimes starting over is the only way to move forward. Not back to who you were. Not back to old patterns. But forward, with clearer boundaries, better language, deeper understanding. Some love has to be reintroduced. Relearned.
Rechosen.