The Tide Teaches Me

Love has always felt to me like the tide—restless, powerful, and beautifully inevitable. It rolls in with laughter, spark, and light, kissing the shore of your soul in ways you’ll never forget. But just as surely as it arrives, sometimes it must roll back out to sea, leaving behind footprints, shells, and whispers of what once was.

I thought I had found forever. His laughter still drifts into my memory on quiet nights, and sometimes I can almost feel his heartbeat like a pulse in the silver light. We built a fire that storms tried to smother, and for a while, I believed nothing could dim it. With him, even ordinary moments were extraordinary—grocery runs, coffee sips, or walks beneath the stars. He brought spark, and he brought spice.

But here’s the truth I can’t ignore: love isn’t love when it asks you to beg for it. Real love never hides you in the shadows or asks you to shrink. True love is brave enough to put your heart above all others, to protect and nurture the bond no matter the cost.

And that wasn’t my story.

I once believed he was my soulmate. But a soulmate doesn’t let the world come before you. A soulmate doesn’t silence you, diminish you, or leave you questioning your worth. Soulmates fight for the bond, they tend it, they shelter it. They don’t let it unravel.

So I let go.

Not because the love wasn’t real—it was. Not because the memories weren’t blissful—they were. But because holding on to someone who can’t hold you first is like gripping smoke. It leaves your hands empty, your heart weary, and your spirit longing for more.

And here is the miracle in the pain: letting go has shown me what I truly deserve. A love steady as the sunrise, yet thrilling as a storm. A man who will not only adore me but will also stand with me—fiercely, fully, openly. A partner who chooses me in every season, and whose devotion makes the rest of the world fall away.

I believe he is out there. The man who will see me, not just love me. The man who will let me shine, never ask me to shrink, and who will place my heart above all else, just as I will his. With him, I know love will feel like home—the kind of home that warms you from the inside out and makes the noise of the world fade into nothing.

So tonight, as the tide pulls back, I will whisper a prayer of gratitude. Gratitude for the lessons, the fire, the laughter, and even the heartbreak. Because every ending writes the prelude to a new beginning.

Letting go is not defeat—it is faith. Faith that what lies ahead is greater, stronger, and truer than anything that came before.

And my heart, hopeful as ever, believes this:

The next chapter will not ask me to wait in the shadows.

The next chapter will not ask me to shrink.

The next chapter will be love—whole, unshakable, and finally, mine.

True love never hides you, never asks you to shrink—only to shine brighter.

💖With a heart that loves like the tide and dreams like the stars,

🌹 Honey