Looking in the RearView
“ Objects are Closer Than They Appear” They say hindsight is twenty-twenty, but the truth is, it’s more like a cracked mirror — every glance backward distorts the image just enough to make you question what you saw in the first place. I spent years loving someone who taught me that pain could wear perfume and smile in public. She didn’t raise her voice often, but when she did, it left bruises in places no one could see. I lost count of the apologies I whispered to myself, trying to convince my heart it was just a rough patch. That if I worked harder, loved louder, or held on tighter, maybe she'd come back to the version of her I first fell in love with — the version that might never have really existed. Still, I never stopped showing up for her. For the version of us, I kept alive like a candle in a hurricane. Now, she’s in my rear-view . And some days, I still glance back, out of habit. Out of hurt. Out of hope. But healing, I’ve learned, isn’t ...