It’s been about a week. Maybe a little more than that since I found out. It stung. More than I would’ve imagined but not enough to rock my world. Sometimes things happen in this life that make no sense (at least in that moment). For me, this is one of them. So for now…my ego is bruised and I have no choice but to nurse it by self soothing. I’ll lick the wounds and protect from the elements as I grow and shift my perspective. Let’s face it [together :)] - it sucks when your 1st choice doesn’t choose you as theirs. When you’re the 2nd to move on - it just blows. The good thing (there’s always good if you seek it) is that the experience forces you to be that much more rich. As a person that it. I’m so rich right now LOL.

Now on to the ‘choice’. People often looked at me sideways when I said that I don’t believe in the ‘one’. I believe in the ‘choice’. That notion was justified by yet another person JUST today! This person is a 30 yr old Black woman married to an non-Black man. She said that she loves her husband but not in that overwhelming, unhealthy, and sometimes dangerous infatuation that she had with her 1st love. She said that you’ll probably never have that feeling again.  She assured me that the love she has for her husband is beautiful and balanced because they are committed to each other and rooted in Christ. Of course, she reinterated there are challenges but she shared how peaceful and stable their love is. What a great story. I like love.

I guess I’m ready to wrap it up. While my ego is recovering (it’s not as bad as it sounds) - I will wait for my time make a choice. Waiting is hard and being patient is even harder but it’s worth it. Soooo worth it! Soon enough it will be MY CHOICE.