When I wrote this, I thought I was writing just for me. But today, I kind of want to share it.
For some time now, I have been in… a relationship? Perhaps not the right word.
Something special. Something that burned fast and bright, like a bottle rocket — but after a short time, burned right out and fell from the sky. Something that, like so many beautiful things, was fleeting.
While the ending of it was sad, our parting conversation was honest, warmhearted, and generous — to an eavesdropper with no context, we may have seemed enamored. We expressed care and respect for one another, demanding nothing in return, gracefully letting each other go.
I have never experienced such a healthy goodbye with a man.
We successfully cared for, and received care from, each other. We successfully opened our hearts and dropped our defenses. We successfully took a risk. And in the end, for legitimate reasons, we successfully walked away, shoulders back and selves intact.
For me, this is a victory. Just because it hurt did not mean that I was losing — the hurt actually meant that I WON. It meant that I had allowed someone in — something that I find difficult to do.
I experienced a relationship ending well — and it’s one of the most radical things I have ever done.
There are few things in life as wonderful as a good man.
Take heart. They do exist.