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We love to say, “that’s my person.” We say it with certainty. With hope. With plans attached. We call people destiny while we’re still learning who they really are. We call something forever while we’re still in love with the version of them we met, not the one we’re growing with. And sometimes, years later, we look back and have to admit something that doesn’t feel good but is true: That wasn’t my rib . That was just someone I built life around. And when it ends — especially