.... I chose it.
Yep, this time I chose grief.
Although, in my defense ..... I really didn't know I'd be experiencing grief.
I thought it might be more cut and dried ..... but considering the amount of tears I've shed since Friday, it's anything but dried.
I ended our relationship.
We ended our relationship.
I instigated the "talk", but it was mutual.
I love him.
In fact, I now realize that I love him more than I thought I did.
He loves me.
I don't know what he's realized.
I only know that it's over.
It didn't work.
We just weren't right for each other.
I found out that I can love someone, but not be meant for him.
Or he for me.
I am sad.
I am beyond sad, though I've done much better these past two days.
And yes, I chose this.
Definitely not me.
Well, I didn't really, REALLY know that it would end, but if I'm honest (and you guys know that I always try to be truly honest with you) I'd have to say that I've been .... "questioning" the relationship for several months now.
I've innately known that something wasn't quite right.
But .... and here's the problem ..... I have only loved one other man. In my whole life. Really.
Three guesses as to who that man was .... and the first two guesses don't count.
So I've considered myself "inexperienced". And thus, I questioned my feelings. And my thoughts. And my intuition.
I questioned my innateness.
I thought that maybe, at this age and stage of life, I had to settle for companionship and not expect to feel crazy in love with someone.
Or expect someone to be crazy in love with me.
Thankfully, I now know that there's no way in hell I'm going to settle.
I'd rather be single for the rest of my life, than to wish that someone loved me the way I want to be loved.
I've had that love.
And I'm good with how much that love filled me.
So yay for me.
And yay for the experience of this relationship.
We both learned something.
We learned that we can love again.
And that we can be loved again.
And that, my friends, is a true gift that I feel God blessed us with.
I'm thankful for him and for the gifts he gave me.
I'm thankful for the love he gave me.
And the knowledge that I'm capable of love.
And the knowledge that it's OK for me to want to be loved the way I need to be loved.
I'm most thankful for his friendship.
We are still friends.
I hope that we will always be very good friends.
I want the best for him.
Whoever she is.
So ..... I chose this.
I chose grief.
I chose to not settle.
I chose crazy love .... or no love.
I chose to believe everything that Jim, and God, taught me.
I am special.
I am worthwhile.
I am deserving of love. Lots and lots of love.
I am a woman who can love deeply, strongly and crazily.
I am blessed with an amazing group of family and friends who love me.
Yes .... this time .... I chose.
I chose me.