18 weeks
When I read stories of woman falling in love after losing the most wonderful men they could imagine, I read with both envy and disbelief.
I couldn't imagine anyone being able to fill a hole so big in my heart, and deep within my soul.
They spoke of falling in love with other widows, or a friend of their beloveds.
I started talking a while ago with an old friend of my beloveds.
They have known each other their entire lives, and when they were going through divorces at the same time this man, Larry, had moved in with my husband, Gareth.
Larry was just being kind, we went for breakfast together.
It was odd. We hit it off immediately, and both of us just kept messaging each other. We couldn't (can't) keep each other off our minds.
I already feel like I have known him a long time.
So many things about him remind me of Gareth. His brilliant mind, his drive to work, the ease of conversation between us.
But he's very different, too. He enjoys teaching his skills to others, loves to help people, and he definitely isn't as quirky and funny (so far) as Gareth. Gareth was one of a kind.
No one can replace him.
But I feel like larry is a heaven sent. I'm no longer wallowing hoping for life to pass quickly.
He's glad I'm independent and doesn't want to impede that.
I don't know where the future will take us, and maybe we will find things that make "us" in the future to difficult.
But right now it's comfortable and loving.
And it provides hope.
I'm hesitant to even post this, I'm afraid of so many things, but I'm going to take another risk,because like so many others that have hit the post button, I want some of you ladies to know your heart can love. And it may be different, and it may be similar, and it will never be the same. But hope can happen if you let it, and so can love.
I couldn't imagine anyone being able to fill a hole so big in my heart, and deep within my soul.
They spoke of falling in love with other widows, or a friend of their beloveds.
I started talking a while ago with an old friend of my beloveds.
They have known each other their entire lives, and when they were going through divorces at the same time this man, Larry, had moved in with my husband, Gareth.
Larry was just being kind, we went for breakfast together.
It was odd. We hit it off immediately, and both of us just kept messaging each other. We couldn't (can't) keep each other off our minds.
I already feel like I have known him a long time.
So many things about him remind me of Gareth. His brilliant mind, his drive to work, the ease of conversation between us.
But he's very different, too. He enjoys teaching his skills to others, loves to help people, and he definitely isn't as quirky and funny (so far) as Gareth. Gareth was one of a kind.
No one can replace him.
But I feel like larry is a heaven sent. I'm no longer wallowing hoping for life to pass quickly.
He's glad I'm independent and doesn't want to impede that.
I don't know where the future will take us, and maybe we will find things that make "us" in the future to difficult.
But right now it's comfortable and loving.
And it provides hope.
I'm hesitant to even post this, I'm afraid of so many things, but I'm going to take another risk,because like so many others that have hit the post button, I want some of you ladies to know your heart can love. And it may be different, and it may be similar, and it will never be the same. But hope can happen if you let it, and so can love.