Once again the realization washes over me that this isn't a game. My life as I knew it is ending. A new one is beginning. I still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact he left in such a devious, cruel manner. Boom. Gone. And it's over.
I read about other folks looking forward to a new relationship, someone who will be better. I've always believed that you can love more than one person in your life. That love is like a faceted diamond. No love will ever be the same as the other. But with something new you discover a whole other side of yourself.. something brilliant and sparkling you never knew existed.
It's like kids. No one child is the same as the other. Each brings something different to the mix.
I look at men now.. sorta.. something I haven't done since I met him... geez... 26 years ago. I honestly can't believe I am this age. Perhaps I've been in limbo so long I don't know how to tell time. I think.. "Who would want me?" Man oh man, who would I want? Approaching a relationship with boundaries, expectations, communicating rather than solely the intangible sense of love conquers all is a concept.
