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The Peter Pan Syndrome. Why are you still addicted and chasing validation over Love – A post for men in their 40s

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The phrase “Peter Pan Syndrome” comes from the fictional character of Peter Pan. However today, In popular psychology, it describes adults who resist the emotional responsibilities that usually come with adulthood, commitment, accountability, and deeper emotional intimacy.

While it’s not a formal clinical diagnosis, the term is often used to describe a pattern seen in some men who remain psychologically attached to a lifestyle of freedom, novelty, and validation long after their peers have moved into more stable phases of life. I mean for those reading this, who have been unfortunate enough to encounter this in a partner… You will feel this!

For some men, this pattern becomes most visible in the mid-to-late 40s, when a deeper internal conflict about identity, ageing, and self-worth begins to surface.

The Mid-Life Identity Shift

Many people assume maturity simply comes with age, however emotional development does not automatically follow the calendar.

For men who spent their 20s and 30s prioritising independence, lifestyle, or career success, over family life, their 40s can trigger a subtle identity crisis, and wow as the 40s go on, the shut downs become a form of self sabotage and self abuse.

This stage of life often brings new psychological questions:

  • Who am I now that youth is fading?
  • What do I actually want long-term?
  • Have I built something meaningful?
  • What does commitment mean at this stage of life?

For men who have avoided deeper emotional work, these questions can feel uncomfortable or even threatening. Instead of confronting them, some respond by doubling down on youth-oriented validation… Cue The Topless Pics on Instagram!!!

The Validation Loop

One modern factor intensifying this dynamic is social media.

Platforms like Instagram and TikTok, have created environments where attention and admiration are constantly available.

For men in their 40s who:

  • stay physically fit
  • maintain a youthful appearance
  • cultivate an attractive online presence – (Yep we’ve all seen those Hot Daddy types)

There can be a steady stream of attention from younger women…

This attention can create what psychologists sometimes describe as a validation loop.

The cycle looks something like this:

  1. Post photos or content online
  2. Receive admiration and attention
  3. Feel temporarily validated and ‘Good for their age’
  4. Then they go on and on and seek more attention to maintain that feeling

Over time, this external validation can become psychologically addictive. Instead of developing deeper emotional intimacy with one partner, the person begins relying on ongoing admiration from many people to reinforce their sense of self-worth… I mean, yes they look good, so in their minds, they’re not doing anything wrong, and will try so hard to justify their behaviour patterns, despite what those who love them tell them.

Why Validation Becomes So Important in the 40s

The mid-late 40s can be a psychologically sensitive period for many people.

It is often the stage where:

  • physical aging becomes more noticeable
  • social roles begin to shift
  • long-term life outcomes become clearer

For some men, especially those who strongly identified with youth, attractiveness, or freedom, this stage can trigger a quiet fear:

“Am I losing my value, my looks?” “Do I still have it?” – Attention from younger women can temporarily soothe that anxiety. It reinforces the belief that they are still desirable, still youthful, still relevant, but because this reassurance is external, it often needs to be repeated constantly. For that moment, they can tell theirselves, “Hey, I still have it”.

Avoidance and Emotional Distance

When validation becomes the primary emotional reward, deeper relationships can start to feel threatening.

A committed relationship requires:

  • emotional vulnerability
  • accountability
  • compromise
  • long-term investment

For someone caught in a validation cycle, these demands can feel restrictive. As a result, some men may become avoidant in relationships.

Avoidant behaviour can show up in different ways:

  • withdrawing when emotional conversations arise
  • keeping relationships undefined
  • prioritising independence over connection
  • losing interest once emotional depth develops
  • Keeping relationships surface level and fantasy, rather than reality

To a partner, this can feel confusing. The person may appear charming, attentive, and engaged at the beginning, but pull away when the relationship starts to require deeper emotional presence. This isn’t just down to identity and ageing struggles, this can also be deep rooted from Childhood trauma, and that missing link between, not feeling loved, not feeling enough.

Why Some Men Disregard Partners

When someone is heavily reliant on external validation, relationships can start to function more like sources of affirmation rather than mutual emotional partnerships.

This means a partner may be valued primarily for:

  • admiration
  • attention
  • excitement

rather than for the deeper emotional connection they bring.

Once the novelty fades, or once the relationship begins asking for more emotional maturity, the avoidant partner may disengage.From the outside, this can appear as sudden indifference or disregard. However, psychologically, it is often rooted in discomfort with vulnerability and a strong attachment to independence.

Do Men in Their Mid-to-Late 40s Struggle More With Avoidance?

Avoidant behaviour isn’t limited to any specific age group. However, certain factors can make it more visible in the mid-late 40s.

By this stage, a man may have:

  • decades of independent lifestyle patterns
  • a history of casual or short relationships
  • Trauma from partners leaving or cheating on them, due to emotional immaturity and capacity
  • strong identity built around autonomy

If emotional growth hasn’t kept pace with life experience, these patterns can become deeply ingrained, and need incredibly deep therapy in order to achieve change, At the same time, increased attention through social media or dating apps can reinforce the belief that there is always another option, and this is why they will never achieve the dream, because they will find their 10/10 and it still won’t be enough, the overwhelm and pressure their behaviour patterns will demonstrate will talk them out of every possibility of that dream.

This combination, long-standing independence plus endless validation, can make avoidance easier to maintain, and the sad reality is, they will never achieve the dream, even if they are 100% convinced they will. This is he real sadness here, because quite often these aren’t bad people, their early childhood and quest to be seen and appreciated, is their horrific downfall in life. Without accountability, recognition and honesty in therapy, the behaviour will serve them till their last breath.

The Difference Between Age and Maturity

The key takeaway is that age alone does not create emotional maturity. Some people develop strong emotional intelligence early in life through reflection, relationships, and self-awareness. Others can reach their 40s or 50s still operating from patterns established much earlier.

True maturity involves:

  • the ability to self-reflect
  • accountability for one’s behaviour
  • emotional availability
  • willingness to grow through discomfort

Without these qualities, chronological age becomes largely irrelevant.

The Real Question

When evaluating a partner, the most important question is not their age. It is whether they have done the inner work required for emotional intimacy.

Someone can be:

  • 30 and deeply self-aware
  • or 45 and still seeking validation in the same ways they did at 25.

Understanding this distinction helps explain why some relationships with older partners feel stable and grounded, while others feel confusing or emotionally distant.

The question is: Are you stuck in the Peter Pan Syndrome?

How to focus on Moving Beyond the Peter Pan Pattern: Growth in Midlife

While patterns like avoidance or validation-seeking can become more visible in midlife, they are not permanent traits. The 40s can actually be one of the most powerful periods for emotional growth, and they can glide into their 50’s with clarity and wisdom, and maybe an acceptance of the odd grey hair! Many people use this stage to reassess their identity, values, and the kind of relationships they want moving forward.

For men who recognise themselves in some of the patterns discussed, seeking constant validation, avoiding emotional depth, or feeling caught between youth and maturity, the good news is that change is entirely possible with intentional self-awareness.

1. Developing Self-Awareness

The first step toward change is honest reflection.

This means asking questions like:

  • Why do I rely on external attention for validation?
  • Do I feel uncomfortable with emotional vulnerability?
  • Am I avoiding commitment because of fear, past experiences, or loss of independence?
  • Am I truly hurting people, because of my behavioural patterns?

How did those questions make you feel? Did you lean in and then lean out? Yes the acceptance this could be you, is difficult, but needed…

Understanding the root of these behaviours can help shift the focus from blaming circumstances or partners toward personal accountability and growth.

2. Redefining Identity Beyond Youth

One of the deeper challenges in midlife can be the transition from identifying with youth and freedom to embracing a more grounded sense of self.

Rather than viewing aging as a loss, many men find greater confidence in:

  • life experience
  • emotional wisdom
  • stability and leadership
  • meaningful relationships

True attractiveness often comes not from appearing younger, but from self-assurance and emotional maturity.

3. Reducing Reliance on External Validation

Social media platforms like Instagram can amplify the need for constant approval. Taking a step back from the validation loop can help restore balance.

This might involve:

  • being mindful about how much attention social media receives in daily life
  • focusing more on real-life connections rather than digital feedback
  • building self-worth around character, values, and actions rather than external praise

When validation comes from within rather than from likes, comments, or admiration, relationships tend to become healthier and more authentic.

4. Practicing Emotional Presence

Avoidance often develops as a protective habit. Learning to remain present during emotional conversations is an important part of overcoming it.

This can involve:

  • listening without defensiveness
  • expressing feelings honestly rather than withdrawing
  • realising Blocking and Ghosting can cause incredible trauma for others
  • accepting that vulnerability is part of genuine connection

Emotional openness does not weaken independence, it actually strengthens trust and intimacy.

5. Embracing Growth Rather Than Escape

Perhaps the most important shift is reframing midlife not as a crisis, but as an opportunity.

For many men, their 40s bring:

  • greater self-understanding
  • clearer priorities
  • the ability to form deeper partnerships

Rather than chasing youth or external validation, this stage of life can become a time to build meaningful relationships and emotional stability.

Final Thoughts

The idea of “Peter Pan Syndrome” highlights a pattern, but it does not define anyone permanently. People grow when they are willing to reflect, learn, and adapt. Willing to take accountability for how they not only hurt others, but theirselves to.

Emotional maturity is not determined by age, status, or appearance it comes from self-awareness, accountability, and the willingness to evolve, see patterns and work in depth with therapists and self awareness to repair and heal.

For men navigating midlife, the most powerful transformation often begins with a simple shift in perspective: moving from seeking validation to creating a life built on authenticity, connection, personal growth, and acceptance that real validation comes from ourselves and a partner who truly sees us, hears us, supports us and loves us.

When Love Has Nowhere to Go. What happens when you fall for an Avoidant

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There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t explode, it dissolves.

No dramatic betrayal, no obvious cruelty. no moment you can point to and say, “That’s when everything broke.”

Just love, slowly, quietly, with nowhere to land.

Loving someone with an avoidant attachment style often feels like pouring warmth into a room with no walls. Nothing visibly rejects you, nothing violently pushes you away and yet, somehow, everything disappears.

Not because the love wasn’t real.

Simply because it could not be received.

When Everything Feels Aligned

It often begins with something that feels rare, connection that feels effortless, conversations that stretch late into the night, laughter that feels easy, natural, unforced. Moments of closeness that feel deeply mutual. There is chemistry, there is emotional resonance. There is, at least for a time, a sense of alignment, the most beautiful alignment.

You don’t feel like you’re forcing something.

You don’t feel like you’re chasing.

It feels like something unfolding, a beautiful foundation being built with two human beings falling for each other.. and this is what makes it so confusing later, because nothing about the beginning feels incompatible. In fact, it often feels unusually right, perfectly right, and most of the time it is right…or at least could of been..

However, attachment dynamics don’t always reveal themselves at the start, because avoidant individuals can connect, in the beginning.

They can feel deeply.

They can even fall in love.

What they struggle with is not feeling, but staying.

Love vs. Fear: A Different Internal Reality

For the person who loves, closeness feels like safety, yet for the avoidant, closeness often feels like danger.

This isn’t a metaphor. It’s neurological. It’s sadly fact, and a fact even the avoidant themselves isn’t aware of.

Research in attachment theory shows that individuals with avoidant attachment styles frequently experience intimacy as a threat to autonomy. Emotional closeness activates the same stress responses that others might associate with loss of control, engulfment, or vulnerability.

Where one person feels warmth, the other may feel:

  • Pressure
  • Anxiety
  • A loss of space
  • A subtle sense of being trapped
  • A rising need to pull away
  • A feeling that the situation, relationship or partner isn’t right for them.

Nothing externally catastrophic needs to happen, no huge row… simply their body and mind, starts to reek havoc, slowly but surely, and they start to believe that they’re feeling this because the relationship or partner is wrong, they physically feel a build of anxiety, which leads to rumination, over thinking and panic, and the feeling of feeling overwhelmed, must be somebody else’s fault, because they don’t understand this is their own mental health, and any level of accountability means, it’s their fault, this over riding sense of anxiety, sickness, sleepless nights, lead to them saying ‘this isn’t right’… but please note, you could be a 10/10partner, but their mind will convince them you’re not right, and this is their own fear.

The relationship itself becomes the trigger, not because the love is wrong, but because the deeper the love and intimacy activates deeply wired protective strategies formed long before the relationship began. This is why most avoidants can only survive in relationships that are surface or fantasy based only.

The Tragedy of Misaligned Meanings

This is where the quiet sadness lives.

Two people experiencing the same relationship, but inhabiting entirely different emotional realities.

The loving partner experiences:

  • Growing closeness
  • Deepening attachment
  • Emotional investment
  • Hope
  • A desire for more connection
  • Love
  • Safety

The avoidant partner experiences:

  • Increasing discomfort because the feeling of love = anxiety
  • A need for distance to avoid accountability, and to feel safe
  • Emotional overwhelm, to the point it leads to both mental and physiological break down
  • A sense of losing independence, not being heard
  • Fear disguised as detachment

The same moments that feel like bonding to one person who has emotional capacity and maturity, but may feel like suffocation to the other.

No one is intentionally cruel, no one is consciously sabotaging.

And yet, damage happens anyway, because one of the parties didn’t realise what they we’re feeling was love…

When Love Becomes Something to Escape

As intimacy deepens, the avoidant nervous system often shifts into protection mode.

Common patterns begin to appear:

  • Emotional withdrawal
  • Subtle distancing
  • Reduced communication
  • Increased focus on flaws
  • Sudden doubts about compatibility
  • A vague sense that “something feels off”

Psychologists sometimes call this deactivation, the unconscious process by which avoidant individuals reduce attachment intensity when closeness becomes uncomfortable.

Love doesn’t disappear, access to it does.

To the loving partner, it feels like confusion:

“We were so close — what changed?”

To the avoidant partner, it feels like necessity:

“I just need space.”

The Ache of Unspent Love

For the one who loves, this is where grief becomes complicated, Because the love is still there, still alive, still willing. still reaching.

But with nowhere to go.

Love needs reception, Love needs reciprocity, Love needs emotional availability.

Without those, love doesn’t vanish, it lingers.

As longing, as rumination, as the painful question: “If it felt so real, why couldn’t it survive?”. There is a particular sorrow in loving someone who could not fully accept what you offered. Not because you were too much, but because they could not stay open.

The Avoidant’s Invisible Sadness

Yet there is another side to this story that often goes unseen, Avoidant individuals are not emotionless. They are not incapable of love. They are not immune to loss. Their pain simply looks different.

Avoidant attachment is rooted in early experiences where emotional needs were discouraged, ignored, or inconsistently met. Over time, self-reliance becomes safety, Vulnerability becomes risk, Distance becomes regulation.

Many avoidant individuals genuinely care, but experience closeness as dys-regulating. The push-pull dynamic is not calculated; it is protective.

And after withdrawal, they often feel:

  • Relief mixed with guilt
  • Confusion about their own reactions
  • Lingering affection they struggle to express
  • A familiar return to emotional isolation

The tragedy is not that they do not feel, The tragedy is that their fear consistently outruns their capacity for connection. The sad tragedy lies in, this will be their life, unless they learn, invest in therapy, and start to realise, kindness and empathy for others they cause paid to is key… a simple Sorry…

Why the Pattern Repeats

One of the most painful realisations for the loving partner is this:

Love alone cannot heal attachment wounds. Avoidant patterns are not situational quirks. They are deeply ingrained strategies for emotional survival.

Without conscious self-awareness and intentional work, the cycle often repeats:

  1. Connection
  2. Growing closeness
  3. Rising discomfort
  4. Withdrawal
  5. Distance
  6. Reset
  7. Repeat

Not because the partners are wrong, but because the underlying system remains unchanged.

The Cruel Irony of Compatibility

Perhaps the saddest truth of all, You can be deeply compatible with someone, and still be unable to build a stable relationship.

Shared values, Shared humour, Shared affection, Shared dreams, shared chemistry, intense attraction….

All of it can exist.

But if one nervous system experiences love as safety, and the other experiences love as threat, alignment at the surface cannot overcome misalignment at the core, until the avoidant does the serious work needed on themselves.

When Love Isn’t Wasted – Just Unreceived

It is tempting to call this wasted love, but love is never truly wasted.

Love given sincerely is evidence of capacity, not failure.

The ability to love deeply, openly, vulnerably is not something that diminishes because it was not reciprocated. It remains a reflection of emotional strength, a person with emotional maturity but mostly, capacity, you understand the real meaning of love…

The heartbreak lies not in loving the wrong person, but in loving someone who could not remain present inside the love you shared.

A Sadness Without Villains

This kind of story rarely has villains.

Just two people:

One reaching for closeness.

One retreating toward safety.

Both shaped by histories they did not choose.

Both experiencing pain in ways the other struggles to understand.

And love…..caught between longing and fear… it’s there.. it exists…

With nowhere to go.

Everything Happens for a Reason – The American Dream

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I flew 8,500 kilometres to follow my heart.

Not to chase anything, just to listen to that quiet inner pull that told me I needed to be here. I knew there was a risk. I knew the outcome might not be what I hoped for, and it wasn’t.

What I thought would happen didn’t happen.

But what did happen has changed my life.

Last year was one of the hardest years I’ve ever lived through. I’ve become very good at wearing a mask, hiding the sadness in my eyes, disguising the cracks in my confidence, especially in places where I once felt strong. I show up smiling, even when parts of me are still healing.

This trip stripped that mask away.

The first day here was filled with joy. The second day, it all disappeared. Everything I thought this journey was about was taken from me in an instant and instead of sitting in it, instead of becoming bitter, playing the victim, or feeling sorry for myself, I made a decision.

I chose kindness.

I chose to go out into the world and give what I still had left. Not because I expected anything back, but because being kind makes me feel whole. And if kindness returns, that’s beautiful, but it doesn’t need to.

So I complimented elderly women.

I bought an old man a mango tea.

I spoke to strangers.

I made friends.

I shared socials with photographers.

I laughed with people I’d never met before.

I had conversations with potential love matches that reminded me I’m still open, still hopeful.

And suddenly, this week became a week of discovery.

A week that felt… meant to be.

I’ve always felt drawn to America. No matter where I’ve lived, I’ve rarely felt truly at home, but every time I’m here, especially this time, there’s a deep, unexplainable sense of belonging. Not the kind you get when you’re on holiday and fantasise about a new life, but a quiet knowing. A feeling in my bones that says, this place matters.

I don’t know how that fits into my life yet, especially with a young child and a father who loves him deeply, but I trust that clarity will come when it’s meant to.

One thing that surprised me about LA is how obsessed the world thinks it is with perfection. Beautiful people, perfect faces, flawless bodies. You wonder how you could ever fit in.

And yet… everywhere I went this week, I was met with kindness and unexpected affirmation.

I went on a date with a truly lovely man, someone I’d known only as an Instagram connection for years. He drove an hour and a half just to spend the day with me, showed me the Hollywood sign, took me to dinner in Beverly Hills, and gave me his time and presence. There was no romantic compatibility, but he had one of the most beautiful souls I’ve encountered.

At one point he looked at me and said, “You’re the most American British woman I’ve ever met.”

As we walked around Beverley Hills, he told me to look, and he told me I stood out, He told me people noticed me, everyones heads turned…

And they did.

Women complimented my outfit.

Strangers asked if I worked in TV.

People asked if I modelled.

They told me my hair was fabulous, that I looked pretty, that I carried myself beautifully…

As a 42-year-old woman, that kind of attention can feel uncomfortable, even embarrassing. But this time, I let it in. I needed it. Not for my ego, but for my spirit. For the parts of me that had forgotten their worth.

This trip reminded me of something important:

There are two types of people in this world.

Those who say they are kind, and then hurt others without hesitation.

And those who show kindness through action, consistency, and integrity.

This week showed me exactly which one I am.

I don’t just call myself a Christian — I live it. I believe in the words from Matthew: “Treat others as you would like to be treated.” Being a Christian isn’t about what you say on Sundays; it’s about how you show up when it’s hard. When you’re hurting. When it would be easier to close your heart.

And I won’t close mine.

No matter how much pain I experience, I will never stop being kind.

I will never stop showing up.

I will never stop loving.

This journey, this unexpected, imperfect, emotional trip, has reminded me that everything truly does happen for a reason. I was pulled here for a reason, even if I don’t fully understand it yet.

The Signs I Couldn’t Ignore

As this week comes to an end, I’ve realised it wasn’t just the experiences that changed me, it was the signs, Quiet ones, Gentle ones, The kind you don’t notice unless you’re finally still enough to listen.

Yesterday I sat alone on the beach, the ocean stretched out in front of me, my heart heavy from the emotional rollercoaster of the week. I had a tear in my eye when someone came and sat a few metres away, music blaring from their speaker…. and then it played , Red Red Wine by UB40. You never hear that song anymore, But there it was and I won’t explain why it matters to me only that it does. Deeply. In that moment, looking out across a California beach with that song playing, I knew. I knew why I was here.

Every time sadness crept in this week, I walked, and every time I walked, I was reminded of something familiar, something grounding. One day, while quietly sharing my sadness, Dexys Midnight Runners came on, my life anthem. The song that has carried me through more than anyone knows. Hearing it felt like a nudge: Back in the room, Kerry. You’re okay.

And then there was the word Joe.

Everywhere I looked, it appeared. Cafes, Fridge magnets, Sign, Small ordinary places, to me, it wasn’t ordinary. It reminded me of my son, It reminded me of my Grandad. It gave me strength when I needed it most. Too many times to be coincidence, this week.

There is a reason I’m here. I don’t know what it is yet, and I wish I had the answers now. I trust that one day I will. Whether the reason is joyful or painful, big or subtle, it matters, America has always felt like this to me, I never feel home anywhere, but here.. yes my God, I feel home. There is a pull here, the strongest pull I’ve ever felt.

And no, it has nothing to do with the original reason I came. That chapter ended, not by my choice, but by having my vulnerability met with unkindness, by being left in shock when all I needed was compassion. But instead of letting that define this journey, I chose goodness.

I rode the buses, trams, bikes even though everyone told me not to use public transport, I am no snob and I wanted to feel part of something, To see everything, To experience the city as it really is. I ended up on the weirdest, most wonderful bus journeys through LA’s rougher parts, and then somehow found myself walking through Rodeo Drive, feeling like I’d stepped into a Pretty Woman dream.

And that’s when it hit me.

Life really is special.

Even in pain.

Even in disappointment.

Even when plans fall apart.

Especially then.

This week reminded me that meaning doesn’t always arrive the way we expect, but it always arrives when we’re open enough to receive it, and for that, I am endlessly grateful, and as I conclude this, just finishing a call with my son and his father, I’ve just been told, my ex would move here in a flash, and has offices all over here.. maybe the dream isn’t too far away…

I can’t wait to bring Joe back … Is this home? Let’s see…

Can we ever Truly Walk Away from Someone We Really Love?

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Can we ever truly walk away from someone we really love — someone we deeply love, someone we were in love with? Can we ever really close the door on that kind of love, I mean FUCK, Where do we even begin to make that decision!

We like to tell ourselves that time heals everything, that distance makes the heart forget, that we’ll eventually move on and meet someone else who fills the spaces they once did. But does that ever really happen when your soul still aches for someone you can’t have? How do we pretend we’re healed? How do we pretend that it’s okay to watch them love another — to see them laugh, to see them move on, to see them build a life without you — while your heart quietly shatters in the background?

Because we do pretend, don’t we? We pretend we’re okay. We smile when their name comes up. We say, “I’m happy for them,” when deep down, a small, quiet part of us whispers, “That should’ve been me.”

I’ve loved somebody for a long, long time. For many years. And the hardest part isn’t that I stopped loving them, it’s that I still do. It’s that I know I can’t be with them, even though my heart still wants to be. It’s that somewhere inside me, I know they love me too — maybe not in the way they used to, or maybe not in the way I wish they would, or maybe the love story in my head plays out in theirs — but whichever way the love is still there.

And yet, we still can’t be together.

That’s one of the saddest facts about love, isn’t it? That sometimes love isn’t enough. That you can meet someone who feels like home, who feels like your mirror, your heart, your peace, and still, for a thousand reasons, you can’t make it work.

We cross paths with people all our lives. People who teach us something, people who change us, people who awaken something in us that never existed before. But it’s rare — almost painfully rare — that we meet someone who feels like they were meant for us, and yet we can’t keep them.

Why is that? Why does timing always seem to work against love? Why does the universe bring two souls together only to cruelly frisking tear them apart?

Some say the universe has a plan. That if two people are meant to be together, they will find their way back to each other, no matter how much time passes, no matter how much changes. But what if that’s not true?

What if not all soulmates are meant to stay?

What if the universe sends us certain people not to keep, but to teach us — to show us what love could be, to open our hearts, to break down our walls, to awaken us to a deeper understanding of ourselves?

Maybe that’s why the timing never seems right. Maybe the universe isn’t cruel, maybe it’s precise. Maybe it knows that we need to grow, to evolve, to learn lessons we wouldn’t have if we’d stayed where we were.

But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Because love, real love, doesn’t just fade with logic or understanding. You can rationalise it all you want. You can tell yourself, “It wasn’t meant to be,” but your heart doesn’t care about reason. It only knows what it feels.

What is it about love that breaks us so deeply? What is it about love that makes us cling to every single word they ever said to us, every moment, every look, every memory?

It’s almost like the mind becomes a museum of everything they ever gave us, every text, every song, every smile, every promise. The sad bloody thing is, we revisit that museum over and over again, because it’s all we have left of them.

We cling to hope, don’t we? I know I do, I still keep the dream alive in my head, and I think that’s why when im rejected the pain cuts deep. Even when we know, deep down, there probably isn’t any. We hold on to the tiniest thread, a look, a message, a song that feels like a sign, we look for synchronicity and we convince ourselves that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance. For me I feel the universe has random play with my head, I can drive away and our song will play, or I will see their name on the side of a van etc, there are always signs.

But the truth is, love doesn’t always find its way back. Sometimes the chapter just ends, no matter how much we wish it didn’t. Sometimes the universe delivers too early, or too late. And that’s one of the most heartbreaking things about being human, to love someone with everything you have, and to know that timing, circumstance, or fate decided otherwise.

We live in a world obsessed with closure. We’re told that every story must have an ending, that healing means letting go completely, that moving on means you no longer care. But love doesn’t work like that. How much easier would life be, if there was always closure, Kerrys world would be a peaceful world for sure.

Sometimes the door doesn’t close neatly. Sometimes the person you loved becomes a ghost you carry quietly inside you. You learn to live with the ache, to smile through the longing, to accept that some loves don’t fade, they just change shape.

You learn to live in a world where they exist, but not with you and that takes strength, more strength than most people will ever realise.

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning how to breathe again in a world that no longer holds what you once dreamed of. It means learning how to hold both the pain and the gratitude — the sadness of what never was, and the beauty of having loved that deeply at all.

Maybe love isn’t meant to make sense. Maybe it’s not about happy endings or perfect timing. Maybe it’s about connection, raw, real, and often inconvenient, I wished I could deliver you the answers, but no expert or guru in the world, will ever give you the answers you want to hear, and most often the answers already lie within. I really personally study myself and work on myself deeply, and I found in most relationships I have had, I’ve already know the answers.

And maybe the people we can’t have are the ones who shape us the most. They show us what love truly means, not just in romance, but in patience, in loss, in letting go with grace.

Because sometimes, the bravest kind of love is the one that continues quietly, without expectation, without return, without possession. The kind of love that says, “I’ll always care for you, even if I can’t have you, I just want you to be happy”, maybe real love is putting that other person first, before yourself.

And maybe that’s what it means to walk away, not to stop loving, but to love differently. To love from afar. To love silently. To love enough to let them go.

Love isn’t always fair. It isn’t always kind. But it’s real. It’s the most human thing we ever get to experience. And even when it breaks us, even when it leaves us with more questions than answers, it’s still worth it — because to have loved deeply, truly, vulnerably… that’s what makes life mean something.

So maybe we never truly walk away from someone we love. Maybe they just become part of us — forever woven into the story of who we are.

And maybe that’s okay… and I tell myself regularly, Kerry its okay to love and let go…