There are relationships that enter our lives not to stay forever, but to steady us while we regain our balance. Not as anchors — as support.
Like training wheels, their purpose isn’t permanence. It’s presence during a season of uncertainty, when trust in ourselves is still forming and forward motion feels shaky.
I’ve been that kind of support before. Solid. Steady. Present. And when the time came for the other person to move on without me, I didn’t chase or collapse — I celebrated. Because sometimes love isn’t about holding on. It’s about knowing when to let go with grace.
This isn’t about being used or waiting around while someone decides what they want. It’s about discernment — recognizing when a connection is mutually understood, honest, and serving a purpose in healing.
Not every meaningful relationship lasts forever. Some exist to help us remember how to move forward — and that, too, is sacred.
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