
Why is it that we don’t appreciate the people in our lives until they’re gone? Or maybe it’s just me who doesn’t. Recently my life changed when someone I loved walked out of my life. It took this happening for me to really understand how good this person was to me and how good this person was for me.
I know that I will never have this person back in my life in quite the same way and this is not written with secret intentions to regain his/her affections and attentions. I simply am beginning to see that as much as I try to appreciate those with whom I am involved I do not always do it effectively.
I do not believe that things were so black and white that it was all one person or the other person’s fault; however, I do think a change in attitude within me might have been a step toward something better.
What I see now, left without this person in my life, is that this person turned me into somebody loved. This person pushed me to be a better person; he/she was a positive influence for me and I needed him/her to be that. I am not sure I did very well at expressing my appreciation. I hope one day he/she will know that I did see it in the end, just too late it seems. (If he/she is reading this, thank you, truly).
In the past several months I have realized that this is a pattern for me. I once willingly gave up someone during a very confused time and through this lost much more than just a lover. Two years later I am lucky enough to have him in my life as a friend. His current partner is very lucky to have found him and I am so glad that he has found the happiness that he has found. I see now what I evidently didn’t see well enough previously and I can only be left learning from my past.
I suppose life is about learning. I am trying, really trying, to learn from my past and present and one day maybe I will have a bit more of this life thing figured out.