June 6, 2026
When People Were Only Meant to Be Temporary
Isn’t it funny how you don’t always know someone is only a short-term person until after they’ve gone? At the time, it feels deep, raw, and real. But later, when you unexpectedly cross paths again, you’re left with that strange, almost awkward awareness — not quite knowing where to look, how to stand, or what to feel.
And just like that, the emotions you thought you’d healed come flooding back. The sting of betrayal. The letdowns. The memories you had buried. For a moment, it’s as though time rewinds, and your heart remembers what it once carried.
What’s wild is how someone you once trusted with your deepest vulnerability — someone you gave so much of yourself to — can walk away and treat it as though none of it ever mattered. As though *you* never mattered. That kind of silence is its own kind of cruelty.
But then, you remember. You remember the version of yourself you were when you were with them. The shrunken, smaller version. The insecurities that surfaced. The endless questioning of yourself, not because you weren’t enough, but because they didn’t know how to treat you with the care you deserved. They didn’t know how to communicate with honesty. They projected instead of connecting.
And that’s the point. Sometimes, you didn’t know they weren’t meant to stay. Sometimes, it still aches when you’re reminded of all you gave, all you poured in. But here’s the truth: if it was meant to last, it would have.
Some people are simply chapters, not the whole story. And when you remember that, the sting softens, and what remains is gratitude that you grew, healed, and learned to never shrink yourself again.
