There’s a unique kind of heartbreak in waiting for someone who’s never coming back. It’s not loud or dramatic; it’s quiet, a dull ache that sits in the corners of your chest and whispers that hope might be wasted. You leave the light on for someone, thinking maybe, just maybe, they’ll walk through the door. And when it hits you—when you finally understand that those last moments in his arms were truly the last—it’s shattering.
With Goose, that reality came like a thief in the night. He was everything chaotic and captivating, a whirlwind of laughter and confusion. I couldn’t tell if he was lying or just lost in his own uncertainty. We’d go days without speaking, yet somehow, he had a pull on me that felt impossible to sever. He saw parts of me I’d hidden from the world—messy, raw, and yes, sometimes crazy—and for some reason, I still wanted him. Even after we parted ways, I waited for him. I left the metaphorical light on, hoping he’d come back, replaying every moment and wondering what I could’ve done differently.
But Goose didn’t come back. He wasn’t mine to keep. And that was a truth I had to face.
Here’s the hard pill to swallow: sometimes, the people who feel monumental in our story are only meant to pass through. We cling to them, thinking their departure is temporary, that they’ll circle back around like a plane delayed on the tarmac. But life doesn’t always work that way.
And here’s the thing: letting go doesn’t mean those moments weren’t beautiful. It doesn’t mean the connection didn’t matter or that you’re wrong for wanting it to stay. But waiting for someone who’s not coming back keeps you stuck, staring at a closed door when the rest of the world is waiting for you to step outside.
So, if you’re reading this and still leaving the light on for someone who’s long gone, take this as your sign to flip the switch. Not out of anger, not out of spite, but out of love—for yourself. The right person doesn’t just return; they stay. They meet you where you are, uncertainty and all, and they choose you.
Goose wasn’t my person, but that doesn’t mean my story ends here. And it doesn’t mean yours does either. Someone is out there, ready to walk into your light and never leave. But first, you have to be brave enough to let the wrong one go.
Flip the switch, love. Your future is waiting. 🌟
