Another Bad Season
Sometimes relationships don't end because of one terrible mistake. They fade slowly, hidden beneath routines, repeated arguments, and conversations that never seem to lead anywhere. We become experts at finding something else to blame. The timing wasn't right. Work was stressful. Life got busy. Maybe it's just another bad season. But seasons change on their own. It's easier to point at the weather than to admit our hearts have grown cold. Easier to call it bad luck than to confess we've stopped choosing each other. We wait for tomorrow to fix what only honesty can. Somewhere along the way, love becomes less about holding hands and more about keeping score. Every silence grows louder. Every misunderstanding lasts longer. Eventually, you don't even remember what you're fighting for you only remember that you're tired. Maybe the hardest truth is realizing that not every relationship is meant to survive every season. Sometimes two people like each other, ye...