My return to Tumblr has not been what I expected. Really, I don't what I was expecting. I left because I had to deal with losing loved ones who had become so close, so absolutely close to my heart.
I came back to chase a dream. I now realize it was more like a fantasy. Selfishly, I had hoped that the pain of loss would be nursed by someone who could identify with my struggle. And, therefore, we would connect.
What I had not anticipated was that people react differently to loss over time. I had made an assumption on my part, and I have only myself to blame. There is no written manual for losing loved ones. For me, the first chapter of loss began when I was young. 12 years old seems like a lifetime ago.
My dilemma is that I gave my heart to someone who has taken steps with me on this journey called life. One is loved because one is loved. You don't have to give a reason. No reason is needed for loving.
She has now found a new love, begun a different chapter, started a fresh story. Just being real while I support and cheer for her and wish nothing but the best, deep inside me I know we would have made the stars sing to us as we laid on the beach, and we would have heard the wind whistling to us through the pines in Georgia.
Here's the quandary: If it is true that there are two things you will never have to chase, true friends and true love; what do you do if you want your true love to be more than your true friend?
Nobody remembers those who came in second, do they?
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