She loves him. But he doesn’t know how to love. He can talk
about love. He can see love and feel love. But he can’t give love. He
can make love. But he can’t make promises. She desperately wants
his promises. She wants his heart, knows she can’t have it, so she
takes what she can get. Temporary bliss. Exquisite highs and lows.
He only stays long enough to take what he needs and keep moving. If he
stops moving, he’s afraid he might self-destruct. If he stops
wandering, he might have to face himself. He’d rather stay in the
dark where he can’t see. If the sun comes out, he’ll see his shadow.
And he’s afraid of his shadow.
She sees his shadow and she loves him for it. Nothing he does makes her
love him less. She wishes that he could see himself the way she sees
him. So she continues to crave him and wait for the next call, the next
text, the next knock at the door. He consumes her thoughts. She wills
him to her door.
He tells her what she wants to hear and makes her feel like she’s the
only girl in the world. He knows that he hurts her, but he doesn’t know
how to share anything of himself other than his pain. He tells her,
“This is just how we do. We have something special. I know you
understand and you’re the only one who does. I can’t be still but I
know you love me and that’s why I always come back.”
She thinks, “If I stick around, things will be different. He will
realize how much he loves me and he will stay. I will rescue him and
teach him how to love. I will love him to happy. He will change for
She thinks that she will lose him if she pushes him away. She thinks no
one else will ever feel so right inside of her – in her body, in her
mind, in her heart. So she waits. She holds on. She loses herself in
He pushes and pulls. He’s only comfortable in chaos, after all. He
thinks she’ll never leave. But she’s drowning. He’s more than she can
take. Exhausted and broken, gasping for air, she turns away. She’s
been up and down so many times, she doesn’t know if she’ll resurface if
she goes under again. Her survival instinct takes over. She locks all
the doors. She ignores his cries. She knows she must let him go in
order to save herself.
She breathes. She mourns. She suffers. A part of her passes away. She
rebuilds. She emerges. Timidly at first. Beautiful. Free.
Enlightened. Happiness awaits like a faint light in the distance. And
maybe she even still loves him, but she finally loves herself more.
'…love herself more' great ending
I cried when I read this. Beautifully written and in a sense comforting to know that others have been in similar situations and also been able to leave and express self-love. Love this!
Me too, girl! I think many women can relate.
This describes my past "relationship" perfectly. From the thoughts to the "how we do". I cried reading this because I realize how blind love made me. This was beautifully written.
Beautiful!!! This was my story also.
SIMPLY PUT….BEAUTIFUL….THIS WAS MY LIFE WITH MY EX-HUSBAND UNTIL A PART OF ME PASSED AWAY, I REBUILT, AND RE-EMERGED….
I don't know whether to cry or jump or shout, I am lost for words. Such a powerful story that numerous women can relate to.
Wow! It's amazing how many of us have had this story, including myself… but moving on and finally having that freedom, being able to breathe and live YOUR life again is beyond AWESOME!!! Great post! :-))
I said this a few weeks ago when I read this post on GG's site and I'll say it again here:
You are an amazing writer.
"She's been up and down so many times, she doesn't know if she'll resurface if she goes under again."
This imagery is brilliant … sad … beautiful … wrenching … and real.
Wow. This was my story for 7 years. Finally…. I have moved on. Breathing. Living. And, finally, loving. Well written.
This was such a nice story. . .
Beautiful! I'm at the end of this . . .
that was beautifully written and is just like my life.
Amazing story and I can certainly relate. When I learned to love myself more, I met the man of my dreams who loves me more than i ever imagined possible. Never had to earn his love, wait for his love or convince him to love me. He just does and we are getting married in two weeks. Greatest love story of my life!
Wow! I've been there.
Great Story. This is sad but so true in many relationships. Love yourself more.
This is the truth! I wasted eight long years loving someone who didn't love me back! But it's all good because I came out of that darkness into the light! And the sun is shining bright on me these days!:)))
Girl. This is an accurate description of my previous relationship. Glad I, and many other women here, have found what we deserve – peace.
This is so amazingly written, this was my sisters story for a long time. I'm glad she found her way out & it made her stronger.
Wow! Been here, as many other women have! Love her words, so eloquent. Getting out, loving myself more, was the key. Happy ending 🙂
When I was young my mom told me " Never chase after something that's not chasing you back" and that in all cases "I am the Prize" I'm glad I learned that early, Its kept me form getting in too deep with situations lite this. Very well written!
So eloquent, reaffirms that I made the right choice
OMGGG this is eerily a biography of my college love life lol…and the couple years after. I LOVE this!!…and I'm FREEEE!! BEAUTIFULLL!! ENLIGHTENED!!! and HAPPYYYYY!!!!lol
Lived this story, loved the way you told it.
Amen!! Been there, loving your self more is such peace and freedom!
wonderful… a few leafs from my love story and I'm sure a lot of us can relate to it.
Thay was a beautiful story.
doesn't she need my permission, to tell my story??? 🙂 The only happy ending that is true to life…
That was beautiful to read. I can only speak for myself but "waiting" for someone to match your efforts in a relationship takes so much from you because you give so much more to make up for what they're not giving you. It actually becomes physically exhausting to love someone who does not love you back. Very well written.