The year was 2013, I just turned 26 and had my heart broken, all in the same month. I had trusted someone with my heart for over six years and without a warning it was gone

I entered the dark space in my mind – the thing is, there was still love in my heart. I learned a long time ago that love comes in all shapes and sizes, so I was hopeful it would come back my way. This time, I told myself – I would take my time and heal, I would focus on myself. I hadn’t for a while – so now, I was on my own, it was time.

But time is never on your side.

I took to social media to rekindle my friendships put on hold due to my relationship – and sure enough, people reached out. That’s the thing about heart ache, it has been experienced by many. Some friends reached out to help me heal, others reached out to take advantage of my vulnerability. That’s when He reached out.

I hadn’t spoken to him in years – yet alone about heartache. But he knew it well, he was in the process of healing too. I believe this bonded us, what brought us together is what had torn us apart. We identified with each others pain, the sadness and loneliness. We quickly became close.

We went out and with a little help of liquid courage, I kissed him. I set the spark to something that wasn’t ready to begin.  Individually, we weren’t ready. I wasn’t ready. But I had love in my heart, aching to get out, aching to drown on someone, into someone. The risk of being hurt again was way over my head. All I wanted was him. That summer was unforgettable.

He wasn’t ready for me – he was dealing with too much to focus on the possibility of us. I could not blame him. Moving on is difficult. I took it personal and retreated. Again. I wasn’t wanted, it wasn’t time.

We didn’t speak for almost a month an a half. I missed him.

Then it happened. He called – he wanted to see me, he wanted to talk. I was ecstatic yet upset at the same time. What does he  have to say? I hesitated for a couple of days, then I gave in. Deep down, I wanted to see him. See his face. We met at a bar where we would go that summer to watch the games. I saw him and he saw me. I don’t think he took his eyes off of me all night. Sure enough, a few drinks in, I get into it. “Why don’t you want me?” He shared the timing was off – he wasn’t ready. But something had changed, he said, he couldn’t be without me.

In a heart beat – I went into his arms and just melted. Time was finally on my side.