These words used to be a mystery to me, a pipe dream, a non-reality. The person that I loved at one time was the cause of my anxiety. There was no calm around his stormy personality, only choppy waters to navigate.
The first steps out of a tragedy do not take you straight into a romance novel. Personally, I don't think they should. Take the time to heal up and be better than good on your own. Feel complete just being you rather than looking for someone else to complete you. Then when you can truly look in the mirror and say that you are enough, that is the time that finding love can be the cherry on top.
Life. Is. Hard.
Love is good. It is also terrifying after abuse to consider falling in love. I don't want to get hurt! I don't want to...fall. But this kind of falling is different. Your love is there at the bottom to catch you, not to push you under the water. This is how it is supposed to be. Don't get scared because you are used to pain and heartache. Embrace the unknown. Love. Kindness. Goodness. Your heart deserves it.
(Talking to myself here...but if you can get something out of it too, win-win!)