preparing without performing

There are people I love deeply who I may not hear from for a while. Maybe a long while. Life shifts like that sometimes — without ceremony, without closure, without a final conversation to make sense of it.

I used to think love meant staying close. Now I’m learning it also means holding space from afar.

People grow in different directions. Sometimes they need distance for reasons you may never know. Sometimes the separation isn’t personal, it’s just part of the path.

So I’m learning not to chase anything. Not connection. Not reconciliation. Not explanations.

I’m learning to focus on who I’m becoming without performing it for anyone. My work now is to build a life with room in it. A life that’s grounded enough to be found, if ever needed. A life that’s living, not waiting.

Maybe one day our paths cross again. Maybe they don’t. Love doesn’t disappear either way. It just changes shape.

All I can do is choose the kind of person I’m becoming in the meantime. Let the work shape me, root me, ground me into someone I’m proud of; someone steady, someone whole.

Someone worth returning to, if life ever opens that door.