He is your apology.
I met someone today. Someone new. He's cute. He's smart. He's funny. He's thoughtful. He resembles you.
I told myself a long time ago that I will stop searching for remnants of you in people, that I would give myself the chance to stop looking for a blueprint so unique it cannot be replicated. Yet here I am. You took so much of my heart and soul that whatever I do, whoever I meet, it all comes back to you.
The first time I saw him took my breath away. I knew right there and then I would get totally smitten by him and I was right. He looks, talks, and acts just like the very man I thought I would never meet again. I like him. I would like to get to know him more.
He is so much like you—and yet, not you at all.
There are songs I still cannot listen to without feeling an ache in my chest. I stopped hoping of being able to fully let you go. You are engraved in the very sinews of my heart. I guess I will forever love you. Everything that I will ever do, in everyone I will ever love, will have pieces of you in it.
Thank you though.
Thank you for praying hard enough for me that I got to meet you all over again—in a different body, with a different voice, with a different story.
He feels like an apology from you.
With him, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time—something I only ever felt about you.
I could cry for you, for us, for the fact that we didn't stand a chance. This is the best we will ever get, the closest chance we will ever have. You will meet me in another woman and I will get to meet you all over again through somebody else.
And this time—it's him.









