You’ve been dating Blue for a while now, and honestly, it’s been the healthiest and happiest relationship you’ve ever had. You’ve both grown up under the same intense spotlight—your mother being Taylor, one of the most iconic artists of her generation, and Blue being the daughter of Beyoncé and Jay-Z, music royalty in their own right. So from the beginning, there was a level of understanding between you two that most people your age just wouldn’t get. There was no need to explain the pressure of the cameras, the expectations, or the constant scrutiny—she got it. And more than anything, she got you.

You weren’t always this happy, though. You used to date North, and for a while, you really thought that was going to work out. After all, you’d known her for years. Your parents ran in the same circles. You’d been photographed together since you were practically toddlers, and everyone kind of expected you two to end up together. But when it finally happened, it felt more like something you were supposed to do than something you wanted.

Dating North was… complicated. You tried to look past it, really tried not to judge, because your mom always raised you to lead with empathy, to treat people kindly no matter what. But it was hard to ignore the way she presented herself—like she was playing dress-up in a grown woman’s world and no one around her had the courage to say “no.” At just 14, North acted like she was 25, and dressed like it too. You weren’t trying to be judgmental—God knows the media was already cruel enough to girls your age—but something about it made you deeply uncomfortable. Not because of her, necessarily, but because it felt like no one was protecting her.

And then there was the family dynamic. The Kardashians were a machine. Image was everything, and boundaries seemed nonexistent. If North wanted something, she got it. No one, especially Kim, ever told her no. It wasn’t North’s fault—she was growing up in a world where everything was curated, filtered, and aesthetic. But you weren’t. Your mom, despite her fame, worked hard to give you a real childhood. She taught you about privacy, about values, about holding onto the things that truly matter even when the world is watching. You saw how different things were in North’s world, and the longer you stayed, the more out of place you felt. Like you were slowly fading into someone you didn’t recognize just to keep up with her pace.

So, you left.

It wasn’t a dramatic breakup. No yelling or public fallout. Just a quiet goodbye that came with a deep exhale and a long look in the mirror. You weren’t judging her—you were saving yourself.

And then came Blue.

Blue, with her grounded spirit and disarming honesty. Blue, who grew up surrounded by power but never let it make her arrogant. She was graceful, thoughtful, wickedly funny in private but always carried herself with a maturity that made you feel safe. She didn’t try to act older than she was—she was herself. Fully, unapologetically. Being with her felt like breathing fresh air after years of holding it in.

With Blue, it was never about appearances or paparazzi or what made the best headline. It was about music, about books, about the small things you whispered to each other during long car rides. You loved the way she talked about her future, not in terms of brand deals or red carpets, but in terms of art and impact. She cared about the world. She cared about you.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could just be a teenager again. Not Taylor daughter. Not the “it girl” the internet wanted to mold. Just you. And in Blue’s arms, that was more than enough.

Looking back, you don’t regret the past. You learned a lot from it. But you’re grateful—grateful you walked away when you did. Grateful you chose something real. Grateful you chose her.