Today I let him go. I exposed my heart. I was vulnerable and honest and stood wholly in my truth. In so doing, I was able to accept his refusal without loss of love. Beacuse it is less about whether he loves me and more about whether he can be the type of man who chooses to step up and meet me where I am. And whether he's the type of man who will challenge me and push me to grow. And whether he's the type of man who can show love in the ways I need and desire. Anything else would be unfulfilling for me now.
I want something real.
And I'm done wasting my time and energy on someone who sees all of me -- my light, my dark, my yesterday, my everyday, my someday -- and doesn't jump at the opportunity to grow together.