He wanted us to get married immediately.

I wanted to build my career first.

Neither of us was wrong, but neither of us was willing to understand the other.

Every conversation became, "If you really loved me, you would..."

Looking back, that's when I knew we were losing ourselves.

Love shouldn't force you to abandon your dreams, and dreams shouldn't make you ignore someone else's feelings either.

We chose different paths.

It hurt.

I still smiled when I heard he got married years later because I genuinely wished him well.

As for me, I built the life I always wanted.

If I could relive that chapter, I'd still leave.

Not out of anger... just because we wanted different futures, and that's okay.