I was thinking about something recently.
You know when you're single and life is actually going well? You're growing, reading books, focusing on your dreams, becoming a better version of yourself.
Then you fall in love.
And slowly, without even realizing it, everything else starts to pause. The books you used to read… you stop. The time you used to invest in your dreams… it reduces. Your focus shifts almost entirely to the relationship.
Not because you're weak. But because you believe love deserves all your attention.
But I think this is where many of us get it wrong.
Because if that relationship ever ends, you're not only grieving the person… you're also grieving the time you lost, the dreams you paused, and the version of yourself that stopped growing.
Love shouldn't replace your life.
It should grow alongside it.
