I Wanted It to Be You

I really wanted it to be you.

Not just someone, not just anyone, not just something that worked for the moment. I chose you in my mind before anything even had the chance to fully play out. I saw something, felt something, and decided you were it.

And I held onto that.

Even when things didn’t fully line up, even when I started to notice the gaps between what I hoped for and what was actually happening. I stayed attached to the version of you that felt right in the beginning, the version I believed you could be.

Because I wanted it to be you.

I wanted you to show up differently. I wanted things to shift, to click, to turn into what I thought it could become if everything just aligned the way I imagined it would. I kept giving it time, giving it space, giving it chances it probably didn’t deserve.

Not because I didn’t see it.

But because I didn’t want to accept it.

I didn’t want to accept that it wasn’t going to be you.

That what I felt didn’t match what was being given back, that what I hoped for wasn’t what was actually there. That no matter how much I wanted it to work, wanting it wasn’t enough to make it real.

And that’s the part that stays with me.

Not just losing you, but letting go of the idea that it could have been you. Letting go of something I believed in before it ever had the chance to fully exist.

Because it would have been easier if I never saw it that way.

But I did.

And that’s what made it harder to walk away.

Tessa’s Straight-Up Perspective

You didn’t just like them.

You decided it was them before they proved it.

Final Thought: Divine Delulu Summary

Wanting it to be them doesn’t make it real.

Sometimes you have to let go of what you hoped for and accept what it actually is.

Disclaimer

This content is for reflection and emotional awareness, not professional advice. Everyone’s experiences and situations are different. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t, and always trust your own judgment and personal boundaries.