Tonight I am a little heartbroken. I don’t even know if I can put into words how I feel. I have had a revelation over the course of a very long weekend that has affected me in ways that I never thought it would. I seem to attract a lot of weirdos and this weekend showed me that sometimes a good guy does exist. The downside however was that he has plans and the timing is just wrong. Sometimes this feels like the story of my life.
Tonight I am a little upset, crying a bit and feeling like this is a pattern that keeps repeating itself. I know though that tomorrow I will wake up and get on with the rest of my life. I will take a couple of days – write a few poems – listen to some sad songs – maybe watch a sad movie. Then I will accept the way things are and get on with life. As I have said before – one thing I have in buckets is hope. I will acknowledge the hurt and pain I feel at the moment but then I will try to move forward.
I am actually thankful that I have had this experience because I had been beating myself up about always picking guys that are wrong for me. I am forty now and probably 90% of them have turned out to be not very nice guys. This is the second time in my life that a guy has actually made me feel like a better person. So I will go forward with hope and a better idea of what a good guy is made of.