It wasn’t the right time for us; not back then.
You scared me, and not because you did anything bad, or wrong; you scared me because you were so unbelievably perfect.
If I could have written my ideal guy down, I’d have described you; from the way you looked at me like I could do no wrong, down to the colour of your eyes, and the way your hair flicks slightly to one side.
You wanted me so much; you put in so much effort to see me, to talk to me, to make me feel special, and it was beyond anything I’d ever known.
Isn’t it funny how the thing you’ve always wanted can terrify you?
Isn’t it silly that the guy of my dreams was stood in front of me, and rather than hang on to you, I had to run away?
I got a feeling on the day we met; a feeling like I’d met someone special.
It was a good feeling - the kind that spreads down into your fingertips and toes, and warms you from the inside out....
The kind of feeling that, if you’re in a good place within yourself, could make you giddy and weak and make you smile for days on end...
The kind of feeling that, if you’re in a bad place, does all of that other stuff, but makes you sick to your stomach as well...
I wasn’t in the right place for those feelings back then; I didn’t believe I deserved them, or you.
It’s ironic, really, that the person who treats you the worst has such an impact on how you receive the person who treats you best...
I’d been made to believe I didn’t deserve to be happy for so long, that when happiness hit me in the face I ran from it; ran from you.
So I cut you off; I freaked out.
I ran away from the best person I’ve ever met because, honestly, I was in no place to be your girlfriend back then.
I wasn’t in the place to be anyone’s girlfriend; I’m not a commitment phobic person, but back then, nothing scared me more than dragging you into my mess.
I never expected to hear from you again; I fully expected to be deleted from your life, and who would have blamed you?
But you stayed around, on the edge, the occasional message here, a casual compliment there…
And just as I started to think maybe I was ready for something - for someone - like you, I heard you’d met someone. And I was jealous, but I had no right to be…
I moved on too, and I dated other guys- had another relationship, was the girlfriend I should have been for you, for a guy that was nothing like you…
I missed your texts, your attention, your interest, your genuine care for me.
I missed the way you’d compliment me, make me feel beautiful, make me feel like a princess…
And all the time I was with him, I was subconsciously thinking that I’d been with the perfect guy once; found myself finally believing that I actually deserved it; to be happy, to be treasured...
And so I ended it.
And I was single.
And a little while later, I heard you were single, too.
And there was the occasional message here, the odd compliment there… But I never believed you’d give me another chance…
I still don’t know why you have; but I’m so glad you did.
It’s all about timing; maybe 18 months later, it’s our time.
And maybe this time, it’s the right time.
Because this time, I’m ready to be your girlfriend.