Facing my Past, My Heart

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My last post I mentioned about the story I wan’t ready to share…Today i’ll share that story.

Seven years ago I met a man that would unravel my world. This man, He awoke a part  of me that I didn’t know existed..

He was there every step of the way.  From the very beginning of my health failing, he was there. We grew closer, we grew to love one another. We always laughed, we always touched. We always had to touch. He was everything to me. Our love was on a level I’ve never witnessed or felt before.  I opened up in a way I never had, just as he did to me. He held this aura about him. He took care of me in a way i’ve never experienced. My last relationship, i’d been so used to hurtful words, insults. This caring, and loving, I wasn’t used to it. I didn’t know how to act, how to handle it. (This is important). I loved the way he was there, he was my partner in all ways. See, everyone knew of the love we had, everyone knew what we had was on a level rarely seen. We were “Noah & Allie”.. we were a perfect match, in every way. He challenged me, encouraged me, supported me in every way.  It was him that convinced me to write my journey. It was him that encouraged me to go back to school.  

We grew so close, so quickly. We became so important to each other. We needed each other. We loved one another in a way that’s once in a life time. In December 2011, I collapsed while at work. Something was wrong with my heart. I was scared. I remember calling him as I was being loaded into the ambulance. Something was wrong, and I didn’t know what it was. We found out, I had SVT, and I had hit nearly 200 bpm.. My life now consisted of doctor appointments, tests, and medications to control it. In January nothing was working. I was rushed into surgery, a cardiac ablation. He held my hand as I waited to go back. He and my mom were with me. He was always there. Waking up in recovery, seeing him still there, was a relief. We hoped the surgery would be a success. We prayed. By middle February I was collapsing, I was short of breath. It turned out, the surgery didn’t work. I was rushed back in for another surgery. This time, I was getting a pacemaker. As a result of missing so much work, I lost my job. I didn’t know what to do. My mom lived 6 hours away. My dad was in Florida, and here I’m in Virginia. Unfortunately we couldn’t move in together at that time. What was I to do???  My guy, He thought of a plan. His plan, I should move in with my dad. Better doctors for me, better medical care. I didn’t want to. I was so scared… Losing him, it wasn’t an option. Losing him would be like losing part of myself. Though, I knew he was right. If I stayed in Virginia, I’d deteriorate. With a heavy heart, I packed my apartment, hired a moving truck. Started the long drive to my dad’s house In March 2012. Moving back in with my dad was hard. I was 25, with a child. I shouldn’t be back here.

The next year and a half we traveled to see each other. He always made time for me. Our last trip was life changing. That trip led to me making a decisions that affected us both. There was no discussion. There was nothing. There was me making the decision..  As I recall the memories, my heart aches. Sadly, my decision was that I walked away.. 5 years ago I walked away from someone that meant the world to me. 5 years ago, I ripped my heart in two. The pain, the heartache was soul crushing. Losing him, through my fears, my insecurities was hell. He had no idea why I walked away. He didn’t know the last time I saw him would be the last time. He didn’t know the fear that was in my mind, in my heart. Instead of talking to him, like we always promised to do, I simply turned my back and walked away. Destroying both myself and him in the process. He reached out to me repeatedly, for months, for years.. I ignored him. I didn’t listen. I couldn’t cope. Instead I buried it all. I buried all my emotions for him. I buried my confidence, my strength, my personality. Essentially, I buried myself.

Did it work?? Somewhat.. every day I thought of him. Every day it ate at me. Every night the dreams, the memories haunted me. The regret i’ve held is immense. He reached out to me a year ago in June 2017. I was at my best friend Jen’s house.. I got an email from him, read it and couldn’t cope. Jen tried to get me to email back, to listen to him, to talk to him. I couldn’t. I refused.

I tried to move on. I tried to bury my love for him. I tried to bury myself. I did a good job too, until it all blew up in my face. After ending my engagement, I thought of him. I needed to talk to him I needed him to know I almost made a mistake. I felt this overwhelming need to talk to him.

On what would have been my wedding day, I finally typed that reply to him… after 5 years. My heart pounded. Would he reply? Would he ignore me, as I ignored him. It took nearly 11 hours for a reply. After that reply, 3 hours after that we were on the phone. When I answered that call, it was emotional. It was instant tears.  There’s no way to describe what I felt. There’s no way to describe what I felt for him. “Hey you”..was all it took to unravel the carefully constructed walls around my heart… “Hey you” was all it took, for every memory to flood me, for every emotion to pour into me, for every “I love you” to fly back into my mind. My world unraveled that night. But really..it unraveled 7 yeas ago when we met.. 7 years ago when I said “I love you” after he brought me donuts to my office, and I said it for the first time. 

That night.. We talked, I mean really talked. Losing me nearly destroyed him, just as my losing him nearly destroyed me. That phone call shook my entire foundation.  I cried, yelled, raged once we hung up. My mom held me on the ground as I cried, letting 5 years of anger, betrayal, longing, regret and love out.. The rage, the resentment, the regrets I’ve held. I still hold. He asked me why.. why did I leave? This answer isn’t an easy one, but here it is.

I let my health be a part of the reason I walked away. How do you walk away from someone that means so much to you?? Let me tell you, it isn’t easy. It’s painful. It’s emotional, it’s rage it’s overwhelming fear. I knew my health issues, weren’t an issue to him. He cared about me, and wanted me, regardless of whatever health issues I had. He was caring, loving, supportive. I’d never experienced that. It scared me. I didn’t know how to cope. This love, this supportiveness, this encouraging partner, I didn’t think I deserved it. I didn’t think I was worthy. I didn’t want to be a burden to him, I didn’t want to hold him back. So, I simply walked away. Hurting both of us in the process.

We’ve talked every day since we reconnected. He knows me better than I know myself. Even after all this time. I wondered, If we saw each other, will it have fizzled, or will it all still be there, but stronger. Well i’ll tell you… It’s still there. Stronger than ever. Seeing him after all these years was emotional. Being in his arms again, was liking coming home. Hearing him tell me what losing me did to him, made me sob. This big, strong man loved me sooo fiercely. He stills loves me. This man, even after I left, continued to love me, continued to have hope that i’d come back.  It took me a while, but I came back.

I don’t know what the future holds. What I do know, is i’m not running again. I’m not walking away this time. I’m standing firm, facing him and all these emotions head on.. I know what we had..what we could have.. It’s something others dream of.. He was my one… 5 years later, we’ve found our way back… As much as losing each other hurt, I think we needed that time.. We needed to grow as individuals, before we could grow as a couple..I needed to know my worth.  I think it was the right person, just the wrong time. We faced so many obstacles at that time.. He’s never been far from my mind, he’s never been far from my heart.

I’ve spent the lat two months doing so much reflection. So much thinking. So much realization. Realizing I hid my dreams, my goals.. I hid myself for the last 2 years..Well technically the last 5 years. Why?? Why did I bury myself? Why did I lose myself? The fury, the rage took hold of me.. I gave up so much of myself. I lost so much of who I am.. Who I was.. I want me back. I want to be me again. Bright, confident, happy. I’m working on rebuilding who I am. Rebuilding my strength, my confidence. I’m going to rebuild myself stronger. I’m chasing my dreams, my hopes. I’m not giving up. Not this time.

I am beautiful, I am strong, I am a warrior. I won’t ever lose sight of myself again, for i’m rising from the ashes of who I was, to become who i’m meant to be. Stay tuned, for this warrior is just rising from the ashes and will be stronger than ever.

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