Unwritten

There's a unique kind of heartbreak that settles deep when you see someone you love sharing significant experiences with others—moments you always believed were meant for the two of you. It’s a quiet devastation, a grief for the future you had so carefully imagined, and the painful question that follows: Why wasn't I enough to share that with? This feeling of being replaced, of watching your unwritten story get a new co-author, has a way of cutting deep.

For years, I was swallowed by that feeling. I spent countless hours reliving memories and dreaming up future ones, all tied to a person my heart was certain it wanted. Every new city they visited without me, every milestone they reached with someone else, felt like a personal loss. I was heartbroken, convinced I had missed my one chance to build a life full of those special moments. I was pining, ruminating over all the things I thought we would do together—the simple, intimate parts of life I had saved just for them. I kept wondering why I wasn't enough to share a life with.

Then everything changed. A moment that used to bring heartache now brought a clear and profound thought: the fact that the person I thought was "mine" wasn't part of my most intimate new experiences wasn't a loss. It was a gift.

All of those special moments—the ones I had dreamed of, the ones I had waited for—are still waiting for me. They haven't been tainted or colored by a past relationship. This realization was a profound moment of liberation. I haven't missed out on anything. In fact, I've gained something invaluable.

I get to do all of those things for the very first time, completely aware and present, with the one who truly deserves to be there. All those unshared experiences are a blank canvas, a fresh start, and a promise that the best moments are still ahead of me. I am no longer grieving a future that never was. Instead, I am holding space for a beautiful one that is yet to come, full of unshared moments that are finally ready to be claimed with my person, whoever they may be.

The Unwritten

Reading this, you might feel a pang of recognition—for the years you spent holding onto a past that was never meant to be, for the moments you thought were lost forever. Maybe you're in the midst of it now, grieving a future that felt so real, only to watch it become someone else's present.

If so, I hope this thought gives you comfort: Your story isn't broken. It's just unwritten. All those sunsets, new places, and shared laughter are still out there, waiting. They are not a monument to what you lost, but a promise of what you will find.

It’s a gift to enter your next chapter with an open heart and an unburdened spirit. You get to experience life’s most beautiful moments fully and consciously, without a past ghosting in the background. You get to give them to the one who truly deserves them, for the very first time- You !

So, let that heartbreak go. The gift is waiting.

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28