It felt so nice when you first met. Every time he would look at you, you felt special, you felt one of a kind. It was as if you two were the only ones in the world. He would take your hand and you felt something electric, you felt your entire body tingle. You started to feel like this could be it; this could be the guy, the one. You were stuck in constant daydream mode. You were happy; you had finally let your guard down and allowed yourself this happiness.
Then things started to change. Why was he being distant? Why didn’t he look at you with longing eyes? Your heart starts to feel heavy and you begin a downward spiral of overanalyzing torture. Your afraid to question him because you really don’t want to know what he is going to say. He has checked out and you don’t know why. You can’t look at yourself in the mirror. You had exposed yourself to someone and now you are left feeling naked and alone.
The pit in your heart begins to heal and fill itself slowly, but at a pace that you can handle. You don’t think about him as much and when you do it’s not followed with an ache throughout your body. You have stopped obsessing over all that you did wrong and realize that you truly deserve someone that will take care of you and respect you. You are stronger and can actually fathom the idea of loving again. Life gives you things that it knows you can handle and with time, the memories won’t haunt you and you will be better for them.