When a Good Man Loves You—And You’re Not Ready

The Man Who Almost Was: Love, Regret, and the Heartbreak That Still Lingers”

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Love is a complicated thing. Sometimes, we chase the ones who break us while pushing away the ones who would heal us. This is the story of the man who almost was—the one who loved me right when I couldn’t love him back.

The Beginning of Something New

I was in college, focused on earning my associate’s degree, when I landed a job at a brand-new Walmart Supercenter. Everyone was excited to be hired, and I felt proud to be one of the chosen ones.

At the time, I was in a relationship with my daughter’s father—let’s call him Richie.

I was young. Madly in love. Obsessed, even.

I thought he was my forever.

But love—real love—doesn’t destroy you. And what I had with Richie wasn’t love.

Then came Adonis—the man who should have been my forever.

The Man Who Wanted More

I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. Dreadlocks cascading over his shoulders, quiet strength in his eyes, a presence that was both gentle and powerful.

From the moment I laid eyes on him, I decided we were going to be best friends.

But he didn’t want to be my friend.

“We are not friends. I don’t want to be your friend.”

I laughed it off, but he was dead serious. He wasn’t here to play games. He wanted more.

And yet, I kept him at arm’s length.

There are some people who come into your life and change everything. The ones who make you feel seen, heard, and loved in ways you’ve never experienced before. But sometimes, even love that deep isn’t enough to save you from your own fears. This is the story of the man who almost was, the one I let go of and have regretted ever since.

The First Time We Made Love: A Moment I Can Never Forget

The night we shared was unlike anything I had ever felt. It wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper. It was a connection that went beyond what words could describe. When we first came together, it felt like everything I had been missing—a love so intense that it overwhelmed me in the best possible way.

His hands, gentle yet strong, traced the curve of my body as if memorizing every inch of me. He was tender, patient—there was no rush, no hurry. He wanted to savor every moment as much as I did. When he whispered my name, it wasn’t just a word. It was an invitation to let go, to trust him in ways I had never trusted anyone before.

The heat between us wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, electric. It wasn’t just about making love; it was about sharing our souls, about feeling like we were in this moment together, suspended in time.

But in that beauty, in that connection, I felt something shift inside of me—a fear. I was afraid of losing myself in him. I was afraid of giving myself over to someone so completely that I might never find my way back. And just like that, I pulled away.

Why Did I Let Him Go? The Fear That Destroyed Us

Looking back, I know the answer now. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t prepared to love someone as deeply as he deserved. I wasn’t ready to surrender to a love that scared me—because love like that forces you to be vulnerable. It strips you of your defenses and leaves you bare. And I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to be that open, to trust that someone else could love me without hurting me.

In my fear, I made a choice that would haunt me forever. I walked away from a man who truly loved me, who saw me for who I really was. I pushed him away, even though I knew he was someone I should have kept close.

The Regret That Never Fades

Now, years later, I still think about that night. I think about the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel whole. I wonder if he still thinks about me too. I wonder if he feels the same emptiness that I do.

What I’ve learned is that when you let go of someone who loves you deeply, there’s no way to get that love back. It’s a feeling you can’t recreate, no matter how hard you try. You’ll never find that exact person, that exact connection, again.

And the hardest part? The longing—the aching desire to go back to that moment and choose differently. But you can’t. Time doesn’t work that way.

The Power of Love: How It Can Lift You and Break You

The truth is, love has the power to heal, but it also has the power to destroy if you’re not careful. Loving someone deeply is a gift, but if you don’t treat them with the care they deserve, it can turn into something that leaves scars. I hurt him in a way that I’ll never fully understand. And even though he might have moved on, I carry the weight of what we could have been.

That night, that beautiful moment—it stays with me. It’s like a memory frozen in time, always just out of reach. I’ll never get that back, and it’s something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. But in the pain, in the longing, there’s a lesson: When someone truly loves you, you can’t take that love for granted. You can’t just walk away because of fear or doubt. Because once they’re gone, it’s too late. And that love, that chance—it’s lost forever.

The Love I Couldn’t Accept

Adonis was kind. Patient. Understanding. He let me vent about Richie, listening without judgment. He saw me—the real me—even when I couldn’t see myself.

Then one day, he laid it all on the table.

“I don’t need another friend. If we’re not going to be something, then I don’t think I can do this.”

That should have been my wake-up call.

Here was a man willing to love me fully, openly, and honestly.

But I was still tangled in Richie’s web.

I said no.

And yet, I was too selfish to let him go.

I kept him close. I let him heal me every time Richie broke me, only to run back to the man who didn’t deserve me.

Adonis was the man I should have loved. But I wasn’t ready.

The Moment I Hurt Him Most

The Moment I Hurt Him Most

The first time Adonis and I were together, I remember how careful he was with me.

It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a slow dance of love and patience.

Unlike Richie, he wasn’t in a rush to take. He wanted to give.

But I wasn’t ready to receive.

Instead, I did something cruel, selfish, unforgivable.

I lied.

I faked a pregnancy.

Yes. I did that.

I let Adonis believe we had created a life together, knowing it would keep him close. Knowing it would keep him invested.

And then, I made him deliver food to Richie’s house, fully aware of how much it would break him.

And still, he stayed.

He and his mother showed up that day, believing I was carrying his child.

And what did I do?

I screamed at him for coming.

That moment should have been enough for him to walk away.

But he still loved me.

The Weight of Regret

Adonis was willing to love me even after I had a child with Richie. He was ready to step in and create a family with me.

But love has limits.

No matter how much he poured into me, I kept draining him.

Until one day, he was empty.

He finally let go.

Blocked

Erased.

A ghost.

And I don’t blame him.

Sometimes, I lie in bed and wonder:

Who is loving him now?

Who gets to experience his patience, his kindness, his unwavering devotion?

Because it wasn’t me.

Adonis was my lesson.

The man who showed me what love should be.

And I threw it away.

Final Thoughts

I thought I was protecting myself by holding onto Richie.

But really, I was holding onto my own pain.

And in the process, I hurt the one person who only ever wanted to love me.

Now, he’s gone.

And I’ll never know what my life could have been if I had chosen differently.

Good men don’t come around often.

And when they do, we have to be ready for them.

Because if we’re not…

We may end up losing the man who almost was.

Let’s Talk About It

💬 Have you ever let a good person slip away because you weren’t ready? Do you regret it? Let’s talk in the comments—I want to hear your story.

Have you ever let go of someone you loved deeply? A moment you wish you could take back, a love you didn’t nurture? I want to hear your stories. Share your experiences in the comments below—let’s connect through our shared pain and healing. If you’re ready to move forward and not make the same mistakes, hit subscribe for more raw, heartfelt stories and lessons from the heart.

Farewell

Thank you for reading and letting me share my story with you. If you’re holding onto regret, remember—you still have time to heal and grow. Love is about timing, and sometimes, the timing just isn’t right. But it doesn’t mean it never will be.

With love,

Mo

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