I’ve been trying to make sense of it all for months now. Why such an unlikely pair would find each other in this huge world and fall in love. They say things happen for a reason, that our experiences are to help us grow and become better versions of ourselves. I’ve been trying to figure out what I was meant to learn from such a horribly unjust experience.
I had built huge walls around myself and he tore them down with ease. He woke up a heart that was determined to never love again. I felt safer before but obviously that was an illusion. So maybe he was preparing me to meet The One.
I also never knew I was brave. I don’t like going places alone, I hate being the first one to show when I meet my friends out somewhere. But when I heard he was hurt I bought a one-way plane ticket and jumped on board without a thought. I had nowhere to stay, no clue what I would find when I arrived, no plans on how I would get home. I just had to be with him.
Love overpowered fear.
I am braver than I knew.