Are You In Love or In Fantasy?

I didn’t leave him because of cheating, screaming, or some messy scandal.
I left because one night, staring at the man I promised forever to, I realized I was in love with a concept, the high of being “in love,” the montage in my head.
Not the actual man breathing next to me.

That’s the quiet divorce no one warns you about.
The one where the papers stay unsigned but your heart files them anyway.

The Fantasy Trap💭

We don’t just date people, we date the story.
The late-night calls, the “we met in the most magical way,” the dopamine hit of potential.
Reality, his morning breath, your mismatched growth, can’t compete with the reel you’ve been editing in your head.

The Slow Erosion🕰️

It starts small.
You blame work stress.
You tell yourself “all couples get boring.”
You scroll old photos, hoping to feel the rush again.
But that spark isn’t hiding under the couch cushions babe, it’s gone because it belonged to the fantasy, not the man.

The Internal Divorce💔

This is when you quietly pack up inside.
You stop asking the big questions.
You answer his small talk but not his soul.
You’re done, you just haven’t moved your body out yet.

Your Permission Slip✅

You don’t owe anyone a lifetime of pretending.
You’re allowed to leave a love that only exists in your head.
You’re allowed to choose truth over the fairytale reel.
That’s not selfish. That’s integrity.

Write the goodbye letter.
Burn the old movie.
Free the both of you.

Reflection Prompt🪞:

Quote to tattoo on your brain💎:

Tonight’s Soundtrack🎧:

Katy Perry – “Teenage Dream” 💖
That rush of first-love fantasy, wild and intoxicating, exactly what we’re leaving behind.

You don’t have to stay to prove you can.
Leaving the dream isn’t failure, it’s honesty.
And honesty babe, is always the sexiest exit.
Caring about yourself more than the people around you.

Felipa XOXO💌