Touch From A Distance

I read once that when one becomes widowed, their love for their late spouse increases. I don’t find this to be weird at all, because I can personally attest to this. This makes moving on to new relationships a great challenge. When one passes away, it becomes almost impossible to remember any of their wrongs – unless if they were evil people of course.

So in my case I asked God to bless me with a man that would come into my life while I still mourned my late husband. I suppose in my little understating I wanted someone who could love me beyond their comfort. It’s very easy to love someone who’s never wrong, but loving someone who’s still in love with their last partner takes a special kind of human to achieve this.

I have no doubt that one day I’ll be able to fully give myself to another man, but before that happens I want to have felt the comfort of his caring heart.

This brings me to Mr. Good morning.

I love how I can be vulnerable with him. He doesn’t force himself to understand me; he just lets me be with a gentle reminder as to say ‘I am here, I don’t understand but I am here’.

And me being the fall in love too quick culprit, somehow he’s managed to bring me down gently from cloud nine, to a beautiful reality that is our blossoming friendship.

This helps ease the guilt of loving two men at once.

I am learning to leave my last marriage in the hands of the past as I embrace moving on with this man who’s trying his best to be my best.

Maybe he’s what I asked God for. A man who loves me beyond his comfort. I hope to be good to him, not as to pay him back but because I’d love to love like that again.