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Not Everyone With You
A deeply human reflection on the impermanence of relationships as we evolve. This piece will explore how love can be real and still not meant to last, how some connections complete their cycle, and how the shifting of frequency—our internal growth—often causes old bonds to dissolve. It will speak to the grief, the guilt, and ultimately, the grace of letting go without blame.
JOUNEY
Elizabeth Iember
7/18/20252 min read
– A Reflection on Release, Frequency, and the Quiet Wisdom of Letting Go
There’s a soft ache that comes with growing
Not the sharpness of betrayal,
Not the rupture of rage
But the slow unraveling of something that once fit.
Something sacred that now feels slightly misaligned.
You don’t need a villain.
You don’t need a dramatic ending,
a slammed door, or a final word.
Sometimes love leaves silently
Not because it was false,
But because it has done what it came to do.
Some forces enter your life only to reshape you,
to mirror a version of yourself you needed to see.
And then dissolve.
Like tide lines on wet sand
visible, then gone.
Still there. And not.
The mind will hunt for answers.
The heart will reach for a pair.
But there’s a deeper knowing in you
A bone-deep intelligence
that recognizes when something is complete.
It doesn’t always come with peace.
It often arrives as gravity.
You begin to feel the pull.
Frequencies shifting.
Conversations thinning.
That strange, hollow hum between two people
who no longer orbit the same sun.
And what exhausts you isn’t the change itself.
It’s the version of you
still pretending nothing has changed.
The one swimming against a current
that’s already turned.
Resisting change is like bracing your body
against the waves
as if your preference could stop the ocean.
But this is not personal.
It’s pattern.
It’s the choreography of life
as it rearranges itself through you.
Friendships, relationships, identities
They collapse,
Not because they were failures,
But because they were fulfilled.
They served their season.
They shaped you.
And now, it’s time.
It’s hard, I know.
That loud silence.
That frequency change.
That search for the meaning
behind someone’s fading presence.
But what you’re calling loss
might be what you’ve outgrown.
This next rhythm?
It won’t find you until you unclench from the last.
So loosen your grip.
Let it go.
Grieve, yes
but don’t confuse an ending with the absence of love.
Because love
real love
doesn’t live in the staying.
It lives in the truth.
It lives in the echo
of who you became in each other’s presence.
Not everyone will walk with you forever.
But all of them helped build the path.
And you
you are not abandoned.
You are simply becoming.