The Recovering Pessimist

Helping pessimists see the bright side of life without losing their "half empty" roots.

Let Me #Love You

Feb
04

He confided in me.

Things weren’t going well. She didn’t appreciate the little things he did for her. Bouquets of flowers being randomly delivered to her job and the hair/nail appointments paid in advance. All he wanted was a simple “thank you”. Not too much to ask.

It never happened.

Feeling unappreciated, the flower deliveries started to wane. There was pain in his eyes when he realized he was no longer in love with her. It killed me to see such a good man go through this. It took everything in me not to grab him by the arms and yell, “I’m right here! I’ll never take you for granted. Let me love you.”

Those words were never spoken aloud. I spent years wondering what could have been. What if he gave me that chance to love him the way he deserved.

What if?

 

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