Loving wrong

I used to think there was no such thing. How could you love the wrong person? How could loving ever be wrong?

But over the years I have loved many a wrong person. They all had something I needed. One was tender, kind, and danced with me as I cooked. Another taught me just to be again, to talk about what I needed, and to not fear my desires and needs. Most recently, he was kind, generous, funny, a constant support to me. All have been in a different life stage than me, with different life goals and miles to go before we could meet at some equal point. And my heart breaks because I do love. But one day, it won't be me forcing anything, or hoping for change.

I am glad for each one. All were dear friends, all are missed. But I want to live now, and if that means going it alone and finding my own strength for now, it's ok. I am still open to love, I just want it to be right next time.

Hello, world. You don't scare me anymore. Nor does traveling through you alone because there are other beautiful people to meet and adventures to be had. May you know that you are loved and stronger than you think.