Confessions – Fall Out

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up…”

I don’t know why it is taking me so long to fall out of love. Far longer than it took me to fall in.

When we first met, I was initially cautious and had no intention of allowing my emotions to get involved beyond initial attraction and enjoying his company. Yet, I soon found, much to my delight, he was as smitten with me as I was with him. We were, by all accounts, a striking couple — Perfectly suited, at ease, happy, and cute together, to boot.

Our spark was a reflection of how lucky we were to find each other in the middle of a full life lived before our chance meeting a little over two years ago. Our staying power was built on a foundation of appreciation for the simple things, and a deep trust and understanding that never felt like work. We were crazy in love.

Until he suddenly wasn’t. (Not just “one day” but in the span of less than one day.)

I loved the way I felt when I was with him. I loved the life we shared with each other, and the one we were creating together. I have every reason to believe every moment between us was real and reciprocated. So, perhaps I should not be surprised this is requiring more effort than simply getting up and brushing myself off.

It feels more like climbing, and I find everything in me screams this is entirely the wrong direction!

Al & Lori Fav Moments~Just L (Still about him, July 5, 2016)

Author’s Note: You may see me laugh and play, but the sacredness of our love has not gone away.