Unconditional Part II
I knew it had to end when I felt the elusive spark with someone I’d barely met. Now don’t read into that statement. Of course, nothing came of it. Just because I felt a spark didn’t mean I had any intention of acting on it. If that were the case, I’d have something to regret.
It was a fleeting moment, but it was a pandemonium in my heart. Time might as well have stopped. I felt a spark. It devastated me. I realized then and there that I’d never felt butterflies with the person I was supposedly committed to—the guy who moved to Wales to be closer to me while I was studying in England; the guy who was backpacking with me through Europe; the guy who wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I realized the little “chemistry� we had, I was forcing. My love was not unconditional.
Two years later I still unintentionally compare the men I date to him. I have high standards as it is, but he scaled walls and jumped through rings of fire for me. It just wasn’t right.
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