To The Man Who I Thought Was The One

He caught me. He stole my heart in a incredibly short amount time. I knew him before, a long time ago, and he had turn into this amazing, sexy, intellectual human. I had just come out of a seven year long relationship, and I didn’t think, nor want to love that fast again. That seven years drained me, and honestly I didn’t think I had it in me even. Well, I was wrong.

I fell fast. Fast and hard for this guy. He was everything I thought I wanted, funny, caring, handsome, a good wardrobe, the whole nine yards. We got along great, he accepted my daughter, and myself, for who we are. My family liked him, and my friends did as well. My best friend was happy to see me finally find someone who she thought was actually worth my time.

We started making plans for the future. We talked about what we both wanted in life, and where we thought we wanted our relationship to go. To make it even better, we started talking about me moving into his home, just had to finish the upstairs and it would be all set. I actually thought I would be moving in by the summer, and I was so excited.

Then, things started to change little by little. This sweet funny man started to turn into someone I didn’t recoginze anymore. He first started to message me less and less. I figured he was busy with work, or was doing something with his friends, or car (he loved cars). However, as time progressed, so did these kind of actions.The less and less messages were becoming more of an everyday matter.

He started to not be so cheerful, and started to give me the “know it all” attitude, like everything I said was wrong, and he was always right about anything. He was never like that before, he always listened to my opinions or how I felt. Well not anymore. Where did my prince charming go?

To make a long story short, he ended up ghosting me. Yep, literally just stop messaging, calling, answering, all of it. I even had my car parked at his house! I had to go retrieve that, which was just a total disaster of a moment. At that time, when I got the keys from him, I realized that this was really happening. Our plans, our house, our future, was no longer ours. That future didn’t exist anymore. I was heartbroken. You think the seven year relationship would’ve broke me, but it didn’t, that was overdue. This though, this was new, is was a fresh start, and then it was over.

It took me a while to pull myself together. I kept asking myself “what is wrong with me?” In reality, there was nothing wrong with me at all. I may not know why he did what he did, but that’s okay. It’s all okay, because honestly, I believe everything happens for a reason, so there was a significant logic about us that wasn’t meant to be.

I don’t need a prince charming, or a knight in shining armor. I never did, and I know this now. Just because something seems great at first, doesn’t me it’s all that it seems to be. Maybe he was acting at first, and that wasn’t the real him. Or maybe he just got tired of “us”.

Whatever the reason, I’m okay without knowing, because it was a lesson I had to learn. I finally learned that my future is going to be bright, whether or I have Mr. Right by my side or not. I am perfect just the way I am, and no one is going to make me feel less than that.