Maris later told me, “I think meeting her was the final piece. Proof that it wasn’t me. He was just… broken in ways I didn’t cause, and couldn’t fix.”
She and Talia stayed friendly after that. Occasionally shared recipes. Traded stories. It was healing in the most unexpected way.
Now, a year later, Maris teaches a Sunday baking workshop at the same studio where she first met Talia. We live together in a quiet place with a messy kitchen and too many mugs.
She still wears her hair short.
Every once in a while, she brings out the old pictures—the ones where she tried to be someone she wasn’t. We laugh, but there’s tenderness in it too.
Because the truth is, sometimes we change for the wrong people. We mold ourselves, thinking if we just adjust this or tweak that, they’ll love us more.
But real love doesn’t ask for edits.
Real love walks in, sees the mess, the fears, the uneven layers—and stays anyway.
So here’s the thing I learned from all this: You don’t have to become someone else to be loved. The right people will never make you question your enoughness.
If you’ve ever changed yourself for someone who barely noticed—take this as your sign to stop.
You’re already enough.
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