I met someone. He's not the first guy to catch my attention since you; there have been quite a few. No, he's not the first I've noticed or seriously considered, and certainly not the first I've daydreamed about. He's simply the first that has actually measured up.
You see, when I fell for you - when I met you, even - you set the standard for all subsequent love interests. Unless they met your rather high bar, there just wasn't much of a possibility that anything would happen. So there have been plenty of guys that I've wondered about. But none of them were really what I was looking for.
Until now.
He's not perfect; he's far from it, as a matter of fact. But then again, so were you. And he and I aren't going to become anything soon, if at all. There are many moments of friendship that we need to have first, before romance can blossom. So no, he's not my boyfriend and no, I'm not in love with him. But here's the thing: I could be.
It is very easy for me to imagine a life with him - a future. He's charming, suave, and personable. Vulnerable too, though, and open. He has warm eyes and a smile that makes you feel like the funniest person in the world. And he notices the littlest things; the way I wink, how my smile affects others, and my quiet from of leadership.
Frankly, you hardly measure up to him.
Meeting him was probably the best thing that could make me get over you. You see, meeting him showed me that there are more guys like you out in the world. Some of them are even much, much better. And that gave me hope. Because even though you aren't the one for me, and he might not be right for me either, I will find others who are. Someone who is. And he will blow everyone else out of the water. So maybe it's good that I started with you and set the bar high. Because I'll end up with someone who is unimaginably wonderful.
I still get sad when I think of you; there's this ache that starts right below my heart and often spreads until it reaches my tear ducts. But that's only when I think about you. Most days, you are far from my mind. I'm still dealing with the damage of the aftershocks from your leaving me and what that's done to my abandonment complex. But your memory and my affection for you are fading into the ether of the past.
