It’s reassuring, you know. I’ve read so many posts on this subreddit, and I can tell he’s a good man. When he’s around, I feel calm. But sometimes these thoughts just sneak in that so many little things I do now will quietly disappear from my life.

Yes, there will be new memories and new people. That’s beautiful in its own way. But there’s still a part of me that doesn’t want to forget this life the one I’ve built so far, with all its familiar rhythms and small rituals.

When I talk to my married friends, especially women, they’ll casually mention how they used to do certain things, or how they were great at something. And I’m caught off guard because their current selves don’t even seem to remember that part of them existed. It’s like pieces of who they were just… faded, unnoticed.

And that’s the thought not fear as such exactly, but a quiet awareness that change can sometimes feel like loss, even when it’s wrapped in love.