I recently ended the shortest relationship I've ever been in. One that left me with sooo many questions about how it ended. There was no big fight, no clear reason, just timing, unreadiness, and two people slightly out of sync. For a while, it felt unfinished.

Then a lyric from Olivia Dean found its way to me, "love never wasted when it's shared," and it reshaped the way I see not only that relationship, but life itself. I've learned to believe that nothing genuine is ever wasted. Not love, not effort, not the time we choose to give. Even things that don't last still leave something behind.

That relationship taught me how I love, how I show up, and how I let softness guide me rather than bitterness. Now, I try to carry that perspective into life: not everything is meant to stay, but everything meaningful teaches us something. Even when the feeling is one-sided, there is nothing to regret. And if love was shared honestly, then it was never wasted.

Poured from my heart, rephrased by ChatGPT.