Meeting For The First Time

I met George yesterday. It was... everything I didn’t know I needed. He was perfect, more than I could have hoped for. I was nervous at first, about him coming to my apartment, about opening up a little more than I usually do. But somehow, I felt more at ease than I’ve felt in a long time. Like maybe I’ve known him longer than a few weeks. Like there’s this quiet understanding between us that I can’t quite explain.

He was everything I wanted him to be...real, kind, open-hearted. Just like he’s been during all these weeks of chatting on the phone. And when he left, I didn’t want him to go. That’s new for me. Usually, I walk away from moments like this, cautious, guarded. But with him, I just want to hold onto it, onto him.

Part of me whispers, this might be too good to be true. Maybe I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Maybe something will change, the magic will fade, the cracks will show. But right now? I refuse to let that take away what I feel. I want to enjoy this...this moment of hope, of possibility. I want to enjoy him, the way he makes me feel, even if I’m scared of what comes next.

- Meeting George and the way he makes me feel
- Family and getting to talk to Patty and Lorena yesterday
- Feeling healthy, physically, mentally, and emotionally 

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