By Hope Maria Modesta

My verge of discovery led me to dating someone with a broken heart. Recently, I met a charming strong guy in his early 30’s at a coffee shop just across the street. He was very attractive whereby resisting approaching him was difficult to me. We connected immediately and started spending more time together. The more time I spent with him, the more I fell for him only getting closer and closer to him, and wanted him to do the same for me. I could tell he was not feeling the same way, his eyes showed although he kept on assuring me that he felt the same way.

The reality is, he was coming off a nasty break up with his seventeen year old girlfriend.  She walked away on him with no verified reason which broke his heart.  His mouth said “Am OK,” fingers kept on texting “Am fine” but I could hear his broken heart cry out loud .He needed a savior to save his good soul and angelic heart that was believing in righteousness. He had just been hurt badly which he didn’t deserve. My motherly soul could not let him go, I wanted to be by his side to comfort him, make him truly trust and love again.

I know it is hard to ask someone with a broken heart to love again. I know how it is like to have a broken heart and feel the pain. I have been there 3 years ago my ex-boyfriend left me for another girl. It was unexpected. It was the worst feeling ever. The pain hides inside but it hurts every time you breathe. It is hard to fit broken pieces to an original shape but we try to move past failures, act strong and move on. I believe a heart break opens doors to new beginnings; I was the new beginning to start over and be happy.

The deeper and deeper I fell in love with him, the more I kept on re-assuring my soul that everything would be fine. I didn’t think it through. My body, heart and soul were yearning for only one person. He opened up to me that he was not ready, he needed time to heal. I think I read the signs but I failed to interpret them. They say, what goes round comes back round. I gave him my heart with expectations of making it stronger, I just didn’t expect receiving it into pieces. Here I go again, teaching my heart to be strong again. I will get over him soon enough but I will never mention “I wish I never met you” because once upon a time, you were exactly what I needed.