He Misses Me?


He Misses Me? 

Last night I was told something that shook me—someone close to both Jeffrey and me said he still misses me, still wishes things could work out, and that I should show up, break through all barriers, and declare my love to him.

And yes, part of me still aches, still longs for that possibility. My stomach turned at the thought, my heart both lifted and sank. But here’s the truth: I cannot move on whispers. I cannot build on rumors. I cannot place my heart above the reality that has been written in divorce decrees, lived out in actions, and spoken through silence.

If Jeffrey wants me, if he truly wants to see me, it will take one word—his word. One word, and I would be there without hesitation. But until that moment comes, I must honor the truth in front of me. To break through boundaries set, to act on hearsay instead of proof, would not only be reckless but also cruel—to him, to me, and to the respect we once shared.

So let it be known: my love remains, but so does my integrity. Unless I hear it directly from him or his family, the course I have set stands. I will not chase shadows—I will wait for the light of truth.

And once the engine of my new life starts—as I’ve said before—the possibilities end. I cannot be a ping-pong ball, bouncing between hope and heartbreak. I cannot risk losing myself or my foundation again, no matter what my heart screams. In the career and path I have chosen, once the train starts moving, there is no room left to give away. I cannot keep losing everything for love. So love must either arrive and stay—or stay away.
He Misses Me?

Last night I was told something that shook me—someone close to both Jeffrey and me said he still misses me, still wishes things could work out, and that I should show up, break through all barriers, and declare my love to him.

And yes, part of me still aches, still longs for that possibility. My stomach turned at the thought, my heart both lifted and sank. But here’s the truth: I cannot move on whispers. I cannot build on rumors. I cannot place my heart above the reality that has been written in divorce decrees, lived out in actions, and spoken through silence.

If Jeffrey wants me, if he truly wants to see me, it will take one word—his word. One word, and I would be there without hesitation. But until that moment comes, I must honor the truth in front of me. To break through boundaries set, to act on hearsay instead of proof, would not only be reckless but also cruel—to him, to me, and to the respect we once shared.

So let it be known: my love remains, but so does my integrity. Unless I hear it directly from him or his family, the course I have set stands. I will not chase shadows—I will wait for the light of truth.

And once the engine of my new life starts—as I’ve said before—the possibilities end. I cannot be a ping-pong ball, bouncing between hope and heartbreak. I cannot risk losing myself or my foundation again, no matter what my heart screams. In the career and path I have chosen, once the train starts moving, there is no room left to give away. I cannot keep losing everything for love. So love must either arrive and stay—or stay away.

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