I’ve come to realize that I’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places. And with this realization, I’ve decided to change my old habits and live the life God intended for me to live. If the right guy comes along, great. If not, then I will stay focused on me and my relationship with God.
However, the guy I was with before I came to this epiphany, I think I’ve fallen for. I wish I didn’t, but I’ve been separating myself from him. Things are going well… I guess. Today, I found myself going through pictures of him and found the girl that hurt him. The one that changed him a few years ago and left him broken. The one that kept him from getting close to anyone else. Then I started wondering what happened. I wanted to talk to him, but I told myself no. If he wants to talk to me, he can. If not, everything will be okay, and I wish him the best. I don’t want to force him to feel like he has to keep me around, but I’m not going to forget about him. I hate feeling helpless and clung onto something that doesn’t want me.