N8tivegirl

Seasons

For everything, there is a season.

Even love has seasons.

Sometimes when a relationship ends, we say,

“You were the one that got away.”

But maybe they didn’t get away.

Maybe they were never meant for this season.

Sometimes we choose before we are ready.

We love from who we are — not yet from who we are becoming.

A wise woman once said,

“Not everyone you marry is your husband.”

And what she meant was this:

Not every commitment is alignment.

Not every covenant is completion.

Sometimes we step into promises before we understand purpose.

Sometimes we enter someone’s life not to keep them —

but to build them.

We encourage them.

We believe in them.

We pour into them.

And when it ends, it can feel like loss.

Like you planted seeds in soil you would never harvest.

But maybe that was the assignment.

Maybe you were part of their becoming.

Not every love is meant to be permanent.

Some loves are meant to prepare.

Some people are part of your growth,

but not part of your future.

And that realization doesn’t come with anger anymore.

It comes with peace.

Because what is truly meant for you

will not require you to force it, chase it, or shrink for it.

It will arrive when you are ready —

and when it is ready too.

Seasons are not failures.

They are classrooms.

And sometimes the most loving thing you can do

is release someone with gratitude

for the chapter they were meant to be.

Some loves prepare you for the ones that remain.

I don’t regret the seasons.

I needed them.

Every love prepared me for the one that will remain.

— from a place of peace.