A Season of Becoming

 Some seasons arrive quietly.

Not with dramatic endings, but with subtle shifts that slowly change the shape of everyday life.

This is a season of becoming.

There are times when two people reach an understanding — that growth must take priority, that careers and individual paths require focus, and that space is sometimes necessary for clarity. Acceptance can exist alongside ache. One does not cancel the other.

Absence, especially the gentle kind, has a way of revealing what once felt ordinary. A presence in a familiar space. A comfort that existed without needing to be named. The small routines that quietly mattered.

This season asks for restraint — not from lack of care, but from respect. For choice. For timing. For the belief that what is meant to stay will do so freely, not through insistence.

It is a season defined by patience. By quiet hope. By the willingness to grow without certainty, and to trust that clarity often comes after distance.

Some connections are not meant to be forced or rushed.

They are meant to be chosen — perhaps again, perhaps differently — when both people have become who they need to be.

Until then, this season remains what it is meant to be:

a time of becoming.