Later that same year, I was given a shot at what I guess the old folks refer to as puppy love. After a year and a half, that didn't end so pleasantly, but I was on my way to college so I wasn't too shaken up about it.
And then I really fell in love. And it was great. There were lots of ups and toward the end there were some downs. We were extremely close and, to the end, I loved him more than I'd loved anyone else before. And just as I'm sure so many others have experienced, that made our breakup really difficult. To be with someone who knows your deepest fears and holds your greatest insecurities one day and then be without them the next is def not easy. Actually, it made me practically fear even the idea of falling in love again.
I've been on a long journey since then; and while Monsieur N and I may no longer be together, the post I wrote over a year ago still holds true in that I am still learning both about life and love. I think the only added thing is that now I am probably struggling with the two more than I ever have before.
Now, though, I can say that I'm truly willing to give love another chance, and I'm excited to see where it will guide me. I can once again sing these lyrics and mean it from the bottom of my heart:
I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can