there's this belief buried deep inside me that i can't date anyone until i've become the absolute best version of myself. first i need the career. then the body. then the confidence. then the life plan. and only after all that, i'm finally allowed to be loved.
It takes a special kind of grace, patience, empathy, and love to walk a partner or friend through grief. Everyday stops being about you for a while, and becomes about holding them through the weight of their grief. A real test of love 👍🏾
Imagine losing access to my laugh, my weird questions, my uplifting reminders, the way I see life, the depth of my conversations, my spark and most of all, my love and presence.
Don’t even let anyone gaslight you into thinking intellectual mismatch is not a thing in romantic relationships. It's not even about formal degrees or booksmarts. It shows up in things like curiousity, conversational depth, imagination, openness, and worldviews.