Broken sleep. Wake to a grey rainy day. It matches my mood. It isn’t cold, That’s a blessing. But it’s dark, the way I feel. It’s dull, non-descript. It’s going to rain soon.
It’s how I feel. Grey. Muted. Non-descript. Realizing that I have given myself away, and I’m empty.
A wants to see me again. He’s moving. He wants to see me before he goes. I have not wanted to. Why? He was nothing but loving and kind, his only crime was that he was not S.
S….is currently breaking my heart, again. It doesn’t make me want A. It makes me want to crawl into a hole and not come out until I’ve stopped loving him.
It just makes me rethink not saying goodbye to A. It is a simple request. I think I mostly said no because I knew the relationship with A bothered S. Not wanting to disrupt the healing I thought was going on with S, I didn’t want to interject A into it again.
But now? What healing goes on between S and I? What was, is no more. The schism grows daily. I don’t think my saying goodbye to A will make one bit of difference to S. I am stopping dreaming of being wrapped in S’s arms, because it doesn’t happen. I am pretty sure that when I see him I will aggravate him, I will find out another reason why he doesn’t want to be in love or a relationship, one more thing about why he loved his ex girlfriend, despite what she did to him. I will feel his anger, or disappointment, that I am not her. (Funny how my sin of not being her, is the same as A’s, that he was not S.) I will feel bad that I want him to myself. That I want him to love me. I feel guilty? ashamed? embarassed? at the depth of my feeling that he cannot match. I want to hide from his gaze. I don’t want to see how he doesn’t love me.
I’m in a small boat, out on a big sea, alone. I climb to the top of the swell, and see the beautiful world, and sky. Then inevitably I glide down the swell, and all I can see it water all around me. And one little patch of sky, to remind me there is more than the water. I’m ready to be on solid ground again.