So I was reading a blog tonight, and noticed a comment left on one of my posts that I never answered, so I answered it tonight. And I realized that when I thought about what I was going to say, that I was over such a “love”.  Maybe over isn’t the right word. Maybe just settled with what it really is.  Which is not for me.  I thought I could love such a “love”  into existence, and I can not.  No matter how much I love, it’s not going to be returned. I’m ok with that now.  I kept telling this person that I would eventually “get over it” for lack of a better phrase, and so he would understand.  And I guess I am there now.  I am full of compassion and care for him, but I know that it will be nothing more than friends at this point.  No need to go into the why’s or how comes, because it doesn’t matter…I have come to enough closure, that I can let it go to it’s place inside my heart, to lay dormant and subsequently grow into something else.  I don’t know what that something else is going to be, or if or when…but I know that it will because that’s what God has promised.

As I look back, again, on the healing process I see my heart bleeding tears, I see my eyes running dry, and I remember waking up only to realize that it was happening again…with that sick vomit feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Thinking, “oh God, here I go again.”  Months of why’s, and anger, and tears and hurt and bitchyness….of trying to be “friends” with this person, only to realize each time that it was only allowing me to lose my own self respect. You would have thought that since I had been through this before, I would have not done the same things again…but noooooo…I didn’t want to give up, and kept trying.  Only to realize that I knew how it was all going to end anyway, and just couldn’t or wouldn’t face it.  Maybe it’s just my stubbornness that makes excuses for myself.  HA.  Of course that makes no sense whatsoever….Whatever, either way I’m ok, and I always knew I would, I just kept hoping….

Hope is something that I cannot lose, ever.  When, the few times I have lost hope…I’ve lost everything. I am not put together to be without it…kind of like love….  I can be without love…romantic, committed love, but I can’t be without hope.  It’s what keeps me going.  Keeps me looking for the good in things, soldiering on, growing…I’ll never know everything life has to offer.  But without hope, I won’t experience anything.

My blog started as a therapy tool, and has continued as such.  I want to talk about other things that mean something to me, but I find that affairs of the heart, people, understanding, spirituality, animals….they all seem to make up what is important to me, and/or what seems to bring me joy and happiness.  So, I’ll just blog on and about whatever happens to be important or going on at that time in my life.  Right now I’m enjoying the wonderful cooler weather, allowing my heart to put itself back together, loving life and what it has to offer.  God never fails.  Ever. 🙂 ©2013