This happened two years ago. It’s a story of how he returned from a bad break up.

I met this man, let’s call him David. He is an incredible man, kind, generous, sweet. We dated for a while and then naturally became a couple. Our dates would be amazing , everything would be so new and exciting. I would not have asked for more. However , I was not confident enough. I started worrying and finding him suspicious. I was worried that he does not care enough, he doesn’t take me seriously, he doesn’t text me enough, he is not open enough, he isn’t lovely enough. Then I started accusing him. But in fact there was no grounds for that, he did everything right, it was just not enough for me. Then after a few months he broke up with me. Quite badly.

I was heartbroken. I wouldn’t say I loved him back then but I was truly attached. He brought so many good experiences and memories. I was frustrated that he could take it away from me. As the ‘strong, independent female’ that I thought I was, I moved on. For maybe one week. Then I started crying every day asking why did it happen. It was so lovely and ended so quick. After crying maybe for a month and pitying myself I realised that this guy was wonderful, he was actually caring and sweet. It was just me who only noticed the single one thing between hundreds of good things he did. I liked to compare him to my dad, which was the opposite of what I want in my partner. David leaves a dish on the counter; he’s messy, just like my dad. He forgot to call me when he said he would; he doesn’t care, just like my dad. He doesn’t want to talk about a particular topic; he’s insensitive, just like my dad. Talk about daddy issues, huh?!

And then The Secret came in. So I decided to bring him back to my life. I settled with the fact that if he comes back I’d be more than happy, if he won’t then I’d still be happy. So every day I would only remember the good things together. I asked for a sign from the Universe,  which would be a yellow car. Whenever I saw a yellow car it helped me to switch my thinking back to good stuff.

One month passed. Nothing. But I still kept counting yellow cars, imagining us together but not obsessing over it. However there would be times when I would just feel like giving up and cry for a minute or two. After another month, I was at work finishing up my tasks, completely indulged in what I was doing and I saw my phone light up. It was him, he texted me. The rest is history!

We are finishing up two years together now. We have gone on amazing holidays together. We moved in together recently. I am amazed how drastically everything has changed.

P.S. I love him.