I saw a meme the other day that surmised exactly how i feel at this point in my life.
“When you meet the perfect person, but it’s not the perfect time.”
Because of this inopportune time I see this person as a sad shell of a man. He may have been a great man, and while i’ll continue to attempt friendship, He’s not for me. I can’t fix what has been broken before me.
He says he’s half a man. Half a man? He seems to be a fully functioning male adult until his depression tells him he’s half.
I know those thoughts well, and only he can fix that. Not the girlfriend that left, not the wife that left before that, and not some well-meaning female friend.
I can’t fix everything, I am a fixer with limitations.
Maybe that’s part of getting older? Or maybe just getting over heart break? Figuring out where exactly your limitations lie. I thought I could make it work so many times before, I could help that person, I could do this.
But let’s be honest, I’m only Human. I bleed when I fall down. I can only do so much. And I accept that.
Things I need to remember.
!. I am primarily a happy person.
- I love easily and readily.
- I am a good friend
- I will help the helpless, until the choose to remain helpless.
- I am pretty awesome.
- I am pretty inside and out.
- I am worthy.
- I am funny.
- I am weird. (and that’s not a bad thing)
10. I am me. And that’s good enough.