Told Ya So – About My Truest Love
photo credit: Steve Beger Photography (Beger.com Productions) It’s funny how blind we can be to what is right for us if we are inexperienced with love, jaded, or held back by the amount that we can believe in something. I remember my truest love, and he was perfect for me. But we were both going through a period of economic and emotional struggle. I cried for months after I let him go. I don’t mean a few glistening tears, I mean ugly body-wracking sobs. He tried desperately to get me to listen to him, to be with him again. And I used to sit and listen to the phone ring, knowing it was him on the other end of it, and sob uncontrollably. Even then, I knew we were supposed to be together, but didn’t know how. I’ll tell you more of the details another day, but for now suffice it to say that the distance I created between us was for the purpose of being able to cleanly come back again together later. Only at the time, I thought later would be a couple of months, maybe a year. Never could I imagine that it would be years before we would talk again. The turning point came when a package arrived to the house, with an old cell phone in it, one of the few belongings that survived my trip to Vegas and back. I tried to turn it on, wondering if it was dead, hoping it had an