How Time Flies...

My, how the days go by. One year ago today, I went to the airport in Chattanooga to finally meet in person the man that I had grown to love and appreciate so much through our chats online. We spent one wonderful week together, and on the last day, he proposed. One of my fondest memories about the day that he proposed was that the night before, he asked me to wear my "meeting outfit", a black polka-dot dress I had made especially to meet him in. He said it was because he did not have any pictures of me in that dress. I later learned that he knew he would propose, and he thought that if he were a woman, he would want to be wearing that dress. How sweet.

However, since that time, instead of marrying him, the man I had waited on my whole life, I am sitting here alone, with a pang in my heart as I look at all the places we sat or walked together, as I listen to the song "Take Off My Shoes" that we listened to so many times, as I remember the things we did together, where we sat and held hands, how we dreamed and prayed, how perfect everything was. And I realize he does not love me as I love him. He is gone. Everything he promised me was not true. My mind tells me never loved me, but my heart remembers him so well. I pray for comfort, and I pray the people who pulled him from me would come to a realization of their ways before they break any more hearts.