For weeks, I kept hoping he would become the man I imagined instead of accepting the man he showed me he was. The connection was intense, but intensity is not intimacy. Every time I asked for something real, there was distance. Every time I saw a red flag, I explained it away. Every time God showed me the misalignment, I chose potential over reality. The hardest part wasn't losing him. The hardest part was letting go of the fantasy of what I hoped he would become. Healing beg