It's different this time. It doesn't feel like a happy gunshot, with a forthcoming period of misery pulling the trigger. It's slow and steady, and each day it becomes stronger.
Just before we met, I consciously decided I was content with myself and my job and my life. Then, in just days, he walked in and made it even better. Sometimes I feel the need to rub my eyes and catch myself dreaming. But the best part is, I'm not.
I have someone who makes me feel absolutely beautiful. Not like the past excuses I've dated, where I more or less felt comparable to a replacement pair of shoes or secondhand smoke. He's not itching to leave, his heart's not somewhere else, and best of all he says HE'S the lucky one. Imagine that. And the best part is, I believe him.
Before it all began, I opened myself up to the possibility of simplicity. The older I get, the more I realize difficult love isn't really worth it. How about trying someone in the same town? How about being pursued for a change instead of doing all the chasing? And what about being unashamed of my "weaknesses"... my generosity, my constant craving for romance and my cackle of a laugh? Take all of me or don't bother at all. Now I have someone who says "thank you."
And he's gorgeous, too.