I have decided that I should like
to fall in love again.
Whew. Twelve little words = big statement –
for me, anyway.
I have been, for all intents and purposes,
single for 13 years. And it’s been largely OK. The first two years were by
design – they were spent healing (silly me, I thought two years would be
enough). After that, I dated on and off but nothing stuck. Every time I put my
heart out there, it got stomped on a little bit. Or a lot. And I did some
(unintentional) stomping (which was even worse). So
I built walls. Tall ones. I didn’t let anyone climb them. I took myself out of
“the game.” I did it intentionally… mostly. At first. Then it became habit…
… habit born of fear.
When the cancer came, it
broke me in many ways; it made me feel broken. And the idea of starting a
relationship with someone new and having to say, “Oh, by the way…” was not
something I was in a hurry to do. For a long time I thought it might preclude
me from ever being in a significant relationship.
But that was fear talking
again.
And I’m finished with being
afraid.
Over the years, I’ve watched
so many of my friends and acquaintances – many of whom seemed to be confirmed
SINGLE FOREVER - find love. I’ve seen people split from their spouses and,
within a year or two, find happiness with someone else. Both of my ex’s exes
have happily remarried (and they came after me).
This new phase of life, and the
thought of the opportunities and possibilities ahead, has made me realize that
although I manage fine on my own – and I quite like my own company – I really
do want to fall in love again and be a part of a duo. I’m not looking for it to
happen tomorrow, or next month, or even next year… but I want the Universe to know that I’m FINALLY open to the possibility.
Just sayin'.
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