The Harsh Reality Of Meeting A Good Guy Right After A Heartbreak

As I was trying to piece myself back together, I encountered you. My heart was barely alive, far from prepared for a new beginning.

While learning to breathe and love myself again, and steering my life back on track, your arrival was unexpected.

All I knew was discomfort and letdowns — a normalcy for me, though I knew deep inside it shouldn’t be.

Thus, your presence was startling. I was braced for pain, but the joy you brought was beyond my imagination — it was exhilarating.

It was a sensation I had never experienced before. You soothed my worries and fears with your calming assurance. Transparency and honesty characterized our interactions, a stark contrast to the confusing signals I had deciphered before.

Efforts were not one-sided; they were mutual. Our connection focused on emotional depth rather than just physical.

I was amazed, thinking this couldn’t be real — that men like you were fictitious, a dream I never wanted to awaken from.

Yet, my fears jolted me awake, petrified of losing you. For the first time, I was holding onto something true and genuine.

Someone who knew how to truly love.

Our relationship progressed swiftly; you easily welcomed me into your life and heart. Still guarded and healing from past wounds, I tried to slow things down.

There was fear that swiftly ignited love could extinguish just as quickly. I worried you might be like the others before you, filling me with doubt about what we were building together.

Yet, I kept pulling away, but you never allowed it, always drawing me closer.

I opened up about everything — from my proudest moments to my deepest shames.

I shared both joyful and painful stories with you.

I revealed the authentic me, including the parts that hadn’t yet moved on from the past.

I was ready to expose my soul and whatever remained of my heart.

The agony from my past made enjoying the present difficult. The blending of past pain with current happiness left me confused.

Once again, you rendered me speechless, treating my words, fears, and anxious thoughts as completely normal.

Your embrace was long and firm, eventually making me feel safe. It was exactly what I needed.

I needed someone who comprehended, who accepted, who truly cared for me.

But never think you were just filling a void left by someone else. You were the angel that stood beside me until I was strong enough to fill that void myself.

I had to mend myself, rediscover my smile, and fully heal. I had to fight my insecurities and resolve trust issues left by another, stopping myself from unfairly doubting you.

I had to rediscover myself so I could fully embrace the love story you were lovingly crafting for us.