I was one of many people who thought that once your heart was broken, it would never be repaired. I thought that after my wife left me I would never be able to love again the way I loved her. Regretfully, this theory was held true after I broke the heart of another. I realized I was dead inside and I just couldn’t love her the same as I did my ex.
However, that’s somehow no longer the case. I am currently with another girl and call me crazy, but I love her. I truly do. I realized it a about a month ago.
Maybe it’s that we took it slow. Maybe it’s cause we’ve been friends along time. Maybe it’s cause I’ve learned some lessons and have matured. Maybe all of those plus more. But the beauty is, I don’t care how it happened, or when. I love her.