Career, career, and just career

We met at a time when everything felt limitless. The world was wide open, our dreams were wild and untamed, and our hearts were braver than we realized. We loved in between deadlines and around the corners of ambition. But sometimes, love isn’t about staying. Sometimes, it’s about letting go when it’s clear that paths can’t run parallel forever.

Graduation’s near, standing at the edge of everything we’d worked so hard for and everything was overwhelming. The future was loud with decisions, applications, interviews, opportunities. There was pressure, uncertainty, and a constant need to keep moving forward. And in the middle of that chaos, we were trying to hold onto each other.

But we are both ambitious… fiercely so. We’ve worked too hard, sacrificed too much, and dreamed too big to turn away from the lives we were about to step into. And though we loved deeply, we couldn’t ask each other to slow down, to compromise, or to stay behind. We couldn’t give up our careers… so we gave up us.

It wasn’t a bitter ending. It wasn’t a storm of arguments or a slow erosion of affection. It was respect. It was understanding. It was two people standing at the crossroads of life and saying, “I want you to succeed more than I want you to stay.”

There’s a certain pain in watching someone you love walk away not out of anger, not because the love disappeared, but because both of you are chasing something you believe in.

Love was real. But so were the deadlines, the relocations, the diverging goals, and the growing sense that one day we would have to choose.

And we did.

People often romanticize the idea of sacrificing everything for love but there’s another kind of romance, quieter and maybe even more painful, in choosing growth, purpose, and personal calling. We wanted to become the people we dreamed of being before we ever met each other. And maybe, in some alternate universe, those people find each other again but for now, we are learning to thrive apart.

We are building. We are learning. We are becoming. And though our hearts ache at times, we carry no regrets. The love we had still lives in the silences between meetings, in the quiet moments when the world slows down. It was beautiful. It mattered. But it had to end not because it failed, but because it wasn’t meant to stand in the way.

And maybe one day, in another season of life, we’ll find a love that fits the lives we built. But until then, we move forward with gratitude, with hope, and with the unshakable belief that we did the right thing.

Because sometimes, love doesn’t mean holding on.
Sometimes, love means letting go so you both can fly.

Always,

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