Attraction is intoxicating— not for its truth, but for the certainty it pretends to offer. I married a memory, a boy who sat beside me in elementary school, who walked the same halls in high school, whose presence felt like a promise. he was safe.
But time reveals what proximity conceals. Familiarity is not the same as knowing. Shared geography does not guarantee shared values. We grew apart, not in miles, but in meaning. Our marriage ended in divorce.
However, in looking at things now I realize that divorce was not failure— it was clarity. A reflection not of broken vows, but of evolving selves.
The Illusion of Certainty
Attraction is intoxicating— not for its truth, but for the certainty it pretends to offer. I married a memory, a boy who sat beside me in elementary school, who walked the same halls in high school, whose presence felt like a promise. he was safe.
But time reveals what proximity conceals. Familiarity is not the same as knowing. Shared geography does not guarantee shared values. We grew apart, not in miles, but in meaning. Our marriage ended in divorce.
However, in looking at things now I realize that divorce was not failure— it was clarity. A reflection not of broken vows, but of evolving selves.
Oof…”…the certainty it pretends to offer & “Familiarity is not the same as knowing.” nails it!
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