A long time ago, I fell in love. I pined and prayed for him to notice me. And one day he did. After years of longing, our relationship flourished quickly and for a few blissful months things were perfect. Then things began to change, subtly, and before I could realize what happened, it was over. I was devastated. Three years passed before I could finally feel at peace. It probably took that long because it wasn't until this time his ex wife began to leave me alone. My heart was broken. So I thought that was it; that I only had one chance. But then I met someone who made me feel again. Made me feel beautiful and special again. It was so easy at first - getting to know each other, sharing common interests and activites. We shared so many wonderful memories and experiences. Falling in love with him was amazing. However, it gradually became harder, more difficult, to enjoy our time together. Arguments happened over mistreatment and inconsiderate behavior. Defending our views became priority over our love and ultimately he left me despite the feelings we still had for each other. Now we are both wallowing in our misery and dealing in our own ways. I'm overwraught with sorrow and anger.
I thought it was incredible for this thing called love to happen a second time around. How can I ever feel it again? How could I even let my heart be open to feel it again? It hurts worse this time. Never would've expected losing my second love would hurt more than my first love. ........
