Dear Someone: Their uncertainty doesn't invalidate the love that was real.
Read this if you're reeling from emotional whiplash, trying to understand how someone's "forever" turned into "never mind" overnight, leaving you to question whether their love was ever real at all.
Dear, Dear Someone, _
The night wraps around you like a weighted blanket, heavy with questions about how someone's certainty could evaporate so quickly. Their words of love still echo in your ears while their actions speak a different truth, leaving you suspended between what was promised and what was delivered.
Their "I love you" still rings in your memory like a bell that suddenly stopped tolling. Each "you make me happy" feels like a book whose ending was torn out, leaving you stranded mid-sentence in a story you thought you knew the ending to.
How swiftly they transformed promise into uncertainty, as if love were a light switch they could simply flip off. Yesterday's "forever" became today's "I don't know anymore," leaving you to navigate the darkness of their doubt alone.
You've become an archaeologist of recent memories, digging through layers of "maybe" to find traces of their certainty. Each remembered kiss feels like evidence you're struggling to preserve, each shared laugh a artifact you're trying to protect from their revisionist history.
Their withdrawal has turned you into a detective investigating your own heart, searching for clues you might have missed. Were there signs in their silence? Warnings in their warmth? How did their "absolutely" become their "absolutely not"?
The speed of their transformation has left you with emotional motion sickness. One moment you were their future, the next their footnote. One day their reason for smiling, the next their reason for leaving. The whiplash of their change has left your neck sore and your heart bruised.
You're learning the hard way that some people treat love like a temporary residence - they decorate the walls with forever promises but keep their boxes packed. Their certainty was a lease they never intended to renew, though they let you build a home in their maybe.
In the aftermath of their retreat, you find yourself guarding against ghost pains - phantom texts that never come, phantom calls that never ring, phantom futures that never materialize. Their absence has become a presence all its own.
Each "I'm not sure anymore" feels like a paper cut to the promises they made. You're bleeding small drops of trust, wondering if you'll ever be able to believe in someone's certainty again without checking for exit strategies in their eyes.
Remember how they used to say you were different? Special? The exception to all their rules? Now you're learning that sometimes people make exceptions only to prove their rules, turn certainty into doubt as easily as autumn turns leaves.
Their "this isn't what you want" sounds suspiciously like "this isn't what I want anymore," but they're too cowardly to own their changing heart. Instead, they make you the author of their exodus, the reason for their retreat.
But hear this: Their uncertainty doesn't negate the authenticity of what was shared. Love isn't less real because it ended, just as a song isn't less beautiful because it has a final note.
You're allowed to trust that the love was real while accepting that their capacity to sustain it wasn't. You're allowed to believe both their past devotion and their present distance without letting either define your worth.
Your heart isn't naive for believing them - it's brave for still being willing to believe at all. Their changing mind is not evidence of your unworthiness but of their own internal weather patterns.
The love you gave remains valid, even if their reception of it became invalid. You were not foolish for believing - they were foolish for making promises their heart couldn't keep.
With unwavering truth,
—Ali Papa.
​Author of Letters of Woe​
Conveyor of the Vistas of Hope Newsletter​
Shepherd of Wayward Wanderer
P.S. — Let their uncertainty be their burden to bear, not yours to solve. Their changing heart doesn't change your worthiness of consistent love. Someone else's halfway will never be your forever's equal. Trust that steady love exists, and it won't need to convince itself to stay.
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