This time last year and almost every year before that, I was single. I had finally broken free from a tumultuous disaster of a situation and I was enjoying the freedom. Floating. No worrying. No drama. And then I got bored with all the free time. My kids were more involved in school activities and afterschool activities so all that the free time became more frequent, prevalent, and lingering.
And then I met a guy. A guy that came into my life and turned my world completely upside down. In a good way.
I had been knowing him for about a year before we decided to converse and be involved on a more personal level. I didn’t think he was my type and the same for him. And then we’d hang out more often than not. Daily and nightly text messages were exchanged. And then he said it — he said he wanted something more than just text messages and lunches. And I denied him. Until I didn’t. And now, I’m in love.
It feels good. It feels good to laugh and be held. To go to work and see flowers on my desk. To ask him to make midnight runs for Snickers, pistachios, and a coke and to also receive a bouquet. To wake to roses by my bedside. To constantly see fresh flowers throughout the vases in my home.
It feels good to love again. It feels good to see him.. to see his smile.
To be appreciated. To have him chase away all the sadness and knock down the walls that I’d built thousands of feet upward.
It hasn’t been all easy, but it’s far from difficult. And I feel so mighty and brave to be able to tough it out and love it through.