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.
I think my biggest neurodivergent tell is that I'm visibly uncomfortable during small talk, yet totally at peace when someone starts oversharing the weirdest shit I've ever heard.
One of the hardest things for me to accept as a neurodivergent person was that most people actually prefer to be lied to, about everything. It took me losing jobs and friends by telling the truth to understand this.