I’m going to tell you of a story that I experienced personally four years ago. I had gotten closer to a man that I had known for years, but had never looked at him in a romantic way. To make a long story short, he was what I needed at the time. He was my best friend my soul mate, he was to me what I had not ever had in any relationship before. How many times in your life do you get the chance to be lovers with someone that you can talk to about anything? A person you can go anywhere with do anything together with. Someone who made you feel like it was all about you. Anyway, the love I had for this man—let me see if I can put it in simple words of understanding— I loved him with every breath in my body, with my soul, with my every being. I loved with my bones. It was somewhat the same type of love a woman would feel for her child. You know what? He decided to leave me the day I was giving birth to his son. He told me ten minutes after my son was born that he was leaving me, a twenty-nine-year-old woman, for a forty-seven-year-old woman. You could not even begin to understand what I felt at that moment. Here I am lying in a hospital bed with staples in my body and this bastard decides to tell me he is leaving me. You know what’s sadder is that as angry as I felt, I still loved that man and to this day still do, even though we will probably never be again. The love is still as strong and I can still feel it deeply. I’ve just accepted that I will probably feel like this until I die, or maybe one day it will go away. I know deep down there are many women out there who understand what kind of love I’m describing. Some will admit it, some won’t. Just know that it does exist. It’s hard to move on, but you know you have to.
