How do you know when love is real? How do you know when what you’re feeling isn’t just another fling, it’s not a crush, it’s not an obsession, it’s not lust?
You just know.
For a long time I really believed that love didn’t exist. I’ve seen so many people love and get hurt and spend their nights crying and their days plotting on revenge..
And that’s exactly how I spent my first few months after I left him too..
but something changed.. I don’t know when and I don’t know how.
everyones always said to me that I place my worth in other people. If I don’t find it in one, il look for someone else and place it in them.. I did this too. And it worked. All for about two minutes.
it was probably in late September that it hit me.. six months after I left him. I didn’t love him cos he gave me a sense of loving, I just loved him because of him. And even though he didn’t appreciate me in that moment.. I wasn’t going to place my self worth in someone else’s hands and expect them to love me instead. And live happily ever after.
they tell me he’s moving on, he’s looking for someone else. Alhamdulilah good for him.. I’m glad he’s moving on. They ask me why I’m waiting for him and I tell them honestly that I’m not.
It hurts me that my future with him is over but what can I do.. it doesn’t hurt me that he’s moving on. Just because he’s ready to move on doesn’t mean I am.
Il watch him move on, I’m happy he has a future with someone else. But I don’t want to.. I’m not going to hurt someone else by being either being a bad wife or not being able to love them the way I love him. I know what I’m doing and it’s not a decision I’ve made in vain.. it’s been hard but I know it’s right for me. I truly believe I loved him as wholly as possible because Allah destined him for me. Just because our story was short, doesn’t mean it wasn’t to be. I just believe that I’m not meant for anyone else. And I’m happy to accept that.
thats how I know il never love another man like him and he will always be my first. The only man who I would happily lose just so I could see him smile again.. even if that meant watching him give someone else everything I ever asked for.
Love isn’t destructive and love sure as hell doesn’t hurt. It struggles but it always puts the other person first. And to do that without hurting is so incredibly mind blowing – that you can only call it love.