Are you in love

Are you in love

or in love with the idea? 🥀

This week, I saw something on Instagram that stopped me in my tracks.

It said:

“Sometimes we don’t fall in love with the person

we fall in love with the version of ourselves we get to be with them.

With the life we imagine through them.”

And f*ck it landed.

Because haven’t we all done that?

Fallen for the lifestyle.

The softness we imagine will exist in that home.

The dinners, the weekends, the laughter in a kitchen that isn’t even ours yet.

The version of ourselves we hope we’ll finally get to be

because they see us, hold us, choose us.

But what happens when the person can’t meet the picture?

What happens when the fantasy starts to fracture…

we realise we were in love with who we wanted to become?

That’s not failure.

That’s a f*cking awakening.

Because here’s what I’ve learnt (painfully, beautifully, slowly):

You don’t need them to become her.

You don’t need the relationship to have the lifestyle.

You don’t need the romance to feel the richness.

You don’t need the mirror to finally see yourself.

You can be her now.

Without waiting.

Without twisting.

Without making yourself smaller just to feel seen.

✨ This is your permission slip to choose you.

✨ To become who you’re longing to be with or without the relationship.

✨ To build the lifestyle your soul is craving… right now.

Love doesn’t start when someone arrives.

It starts when you stop abandoning yourself.

With you in the ache and the becoming,

M x