Gemini

You were the first person who ever told me something I’d never heard before:

“That reaction doesn’t match what’s actually happening.”

As simple as it was, it hit me in a way nothing else had. Not because it hurt—but because it was true. And no one had ever said it to me with that much calm, that much clarity. You weren’t trying to criticize me… you were just being honest. And that honesty stayed with me. A month after that moment, I walked into therapy for the first time and received a diagnosis that changed everything. You didn’t know it, but you started that journey for me.

We were never easy. Our relationship stretched across nearly three years—on and off, full of restarts and resets. You were avoidant. I was anxious. You pulled back when I needed closeness. I chased when you needed space. Our emotional instincts clashed constantly. But somehow, through it all, we kept trying.

Back then, I thought space meant rejection. I thought if someone stepped away, it meant they didn’t care. But you showed me that space can be love too. That giving someone room doesn’t mean giving up on them. It took me a long time to understand that. But because of you, I do now.

There were so many moments of miscommunication. So many times we got it wrong. But there were also moments that were so beautiful, so pure, they still live in me.

Lake Tahoe was one of those moments. You took me skiing for the first time, and you were so patient. You spent hours teaching me. You never got frustrated, even when I yelped my way down a bunny hill that felt like Mount Everest. And when the ski boots left blisters on my legs, you didn’t hesitate—you went to get the car, just so I wouldn’t have to walk.

I sat there, in the passenger seat, looking at the snow-covered slopes, pulling off my boots… and I cried. Not because I was in pain. But because in that moment, I felt completely safe. Cared for. Protected. I had never felt that kind of gentle love before. Not like that. And I don’t think you even realized what you were giving me.

We had our highs—and they were some of the highest I’ve ever had. And we had our lows, too—just as deep. We both made mistakes. Neither of us was perfect. But what I loved about you was this: when things got hard, you didn’t run. You stayed. You tried. And I saw that. I felt that.

There’s something you once said to me in a text that still echoes in my heart:

“I’ve been through good and bad times with you recently. There wasn’t a word we said like ‘I love you’—but we still worked through them. And when things have been good, we go through that. That’s special and important to me, whether we say ‘I love you’ or not, because we’re both choosing to work on things together.”

That hit me in a way I didn’t fully understand until now. Because it showed me what I value more than anything: not perfection… but partnership. The willingness to stay. To work through the hard things together. You did that. And that memory has shaped what I know I need in love—someone who chooses me, even when it’s hard.

You had other options. People who were easier, quieter, maybe more stable. People who enabled you or didn’t ask for much. But you still gave me a chance. You made a commitment to try. And in a world where people walk away so easily, you stayed long enough to see both my light and my shadow. You gave me that gift.

There’s a song that always makes me think of you—Lifetime by Justin Bieber.

“Some people come in your life for a reason, others they come in your life for a season… maybe you are a lifetime.”

I always thought you were my twin flame. You woke up parts of me that no one else had ever touched. There was something in the way we reflected each other—our wounds, our patterns, our strengths—that felt otherworldly. For the longest time, I believed that maybe, eventually, we’d find our way back. That time would do the healing and bring us full circle.

But with time, I realized: maybe we weren’t meant to be together forever. Maybe, as twin flames, our purpose was to awaken each other. To mirror what needed healing. To help each other evolve—even if the journey hurt.

That’s why it was so tumultuous. That’s why it was so hard to let go.

And that’s why, once I accepted it, I felt peace.

I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to express how deeply you helped me. You didn’t just challenge me—you transformed me. Spiritually. Emotionally. Personally.

And it wasn’t just the serious stuff. I still remember us dressing up as Joe and Love for Halloween. At the time, it felt funny, ironic. But now I look back and realize how accurate it was. Because like them, our love was all-consuming. Passionate. Messy. We loved each other fiercely… but sometimes in ways that reflected our unhealed parts. It wasn’t toxic. But it was intense. Unfiltered. Raw. We enabled each other’s patterns sometimes, even while trying to heal them. And somehow, we kept coming back, hoping love would be enough.

I hope you’ve found, or are finding, the kind of love you deserve. The kind that sees your whole heart, holds space for your silence, and chooses you every day without fear. You made me open my eyes to what love could look like when someone really shows up. And even though it didn’t last, it was real. You were real.

Thank you for showing me a love that was patient. A love that was real. A love that wasn’t forever, but still meant everything.

Even if it didn’t last forever… it changed me forever.