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  • Writer's pictureTeiran Smith

The Broken Road

If you subscribe to my newsletter or follow me on social media, you probably know that I've reunited with my first love. Long story short, We met when I was 15 and he was 16. We started dating about a year later. I wasn't the best girlfriend. I broke up with him twice due to my own ridiculous insecurities. He was such a wonderful and interesting person. I was completely in love with him. But I was a poor girl from the ghetto with no future, or so I thought. He came from a wonderful family and surely had a great future ahead. He was too good for me. I must say, he never once did anything to make me feel that way. It was all in my head. When I was 18 I broke up with him for the final time. Or, as he says, I ghosted him which is true. I couldn't bring myself to face him as I broke his heart once again.

We reconnected earlier this year right when I ended my marriage. As fate would have it, he was also in the process of ending his twenty year long relationship. It was perfect timing, or as some might say, divine timing. Whatever it was, it felt like destiny. It left me believing the saying, everything happens for a reason. We seemingly picked up right where we left off. Our love blossomed instantly. Well, the fact is, it never died. For the first time, I feel soul deep joy. I now have a man who gives me everything I need and loves me in the perfect way. He's calm and gentle. He finds my idiosyncrasies humorous and adores my fire. We have a sweet, playful, yet passionate love 🔥💋🍆🤭. He awakened a part of me I thought had died. He is my whole world. My universe. The other half of my soul.

I have finally landed in a safe place. My heart is home. To quote a song from Rascal Flats, "Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars. Pointing me on my way into your loving arms."

In honor of reunited first loves across the world, here are some second chance love recs for you!


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