Intimacy / Into Me I See

She becomes open to the fullness of life.

Not just the romantic slice of it.

And in doing so, she also learns how to hold grief.

And the absence of romance, doesn’t mean the absence of loss.

There are days when the bed feels too big.

When the silence feels sharp.

When the memories creep in and leave tears behind.

But even then, she has built a relationship with herself strong enough to hold those emotions.

She doesn’t run from them.

She sits with them.

Breathes with them. Offers them kindness.

And in that process, she finds healing.

Not because someone else offers her comfort.

But because she has learned to offer it to herself.

Her emotional resilience becomes visible in how she navigates lifes uncertainties.

In how she returns to her breathe when anxious thoughts and emails arrive.

In how she forgives herself for not always having the answers.

In how she holds joy and sorrow with the same open hands.

This is not detachment. It is mature intimacy.

The kind that doesn’t cling, but embraces.

You can love someone deeply, and still know they are not right for your path. You can care for someone and still recognize that you are outgrowing the version of yourself you became in their presence.