I dreamt of you a few times in the last few weeks. Even on days where I thought you weren’t in my mind.
I miss you today. I miss the passion, I miss your skin. I miss feeling happy. I miss being hugged. I miss being kissed. I miss kissing you. I miss looking at your face when it’s just us.
And yet, last night I realised that perhaps being with you doesn’t make me feel good about myself. It’s not your issue, but mine – working on taking ownership of my feelings. I think I hid away some parts of me which I was afraid you didn’t approve of (well some parts we both knew you didn’t approve of – like my job), and things like how low energy / not so positive I am. And yes perhaps some of it I am wrong about. But it just felt that way (or is that how I feel about myself?). But you loved me anyway. Until you couldn’t.
It’s hard not to feel rejected in some way. I’m trying actively to fight it. That actually it’s just a bad fit. But even that hurts. It just hurts, tonight.
I saw you today, because I’d ordered vegan chai for you. Dropped it off. Was my best extroverted self, didn’t feel too weird. Didn’t stay long either. Last night at the studio when I offered to help, she gave me some weird vibes that made me feel like she questioned my intentions so I was a bit sad about that. Like I’m just trying to help since I’m waiting around, not at the main area since there were quite a few of us already, and wanted to fill the time. Just tell me if you don’t need help – no need to tell me to ask S… Oh well. I realised also that she is definitely less sensitive than some of us – like how T reacted to not being part of the lantern making – I could empathise to that kind of sensitivity. But I guess her and S, they don’t really get it. So that was a helpful lens through which to see – it affirms that I am not overly sensitive. People are just different.
And yes, I have been thinking about how she said we were different. And I do see a lot of it. But I still thought at the core of us, that there was some tender parts which could connect. I suppose I should just be glad that we gave it a good go. A year of each other’s lives.
I felt a bit unsure when you asked me to join your lantern party. I’ve been trying to tell myself that you just treat me as a friend, and you no longer have feelings for me which is why you can re-categorise me so quickly. And that you would buy cake for your friends too.
I still treat you as more than friends, for sure – so it’s hard for me to be around you still, somewhat. But I don’t dare to say no, because the alternative (being completely not in each other’s lives) isn’t any better. I cancelled my commune session tonight since I’d just be there too much. But today I did have the thought that perhaps my days at the studio is numbered… I don’t know if I can handle you treating me as a friend when I am still grieving losing you. I know the truth is, I don’t know how you feel – and you are mature enough not to let on how you actually do, you would not make things difficult for me by appearing hesitant.
I always try to come back to the fact that ultimately I care about you and want you to be happy. And I’m happy that you seem happier. I too, feel more free. Less noise (other than last night) about what you think of me. I seem to struggle with that a bit.
Oh, and the way T totally took ownership of her emotions (and also that you didn’t react negatively) was something that struck me. I knew immediately that it wasn’t something I have done well, and that I would like to do better. I didn’t do it that (fateful) night at the studio. I haven’t forgiven myself for that yet.
I hold onto the way you held my hand back and the way our shoulders were close that night. I hold onto the way you put my socks and shoes on.
I hold on, but I should let go. Because I’m just in an empty room, doing the holding on – you are not here. Not on this couch. Not at my dining table. Not in my common bathroom. You are not here.
What does it mean when you love someone who finds love a nice-to-have, who doesn’t always want you around. I can’t help but feel that I am the one who needs it too much – and I think that, objectively is true. And that’s fine, I’m working on it – working on building a life which I am fulfilled. I guess it just makes me sad that you didn’t place the same amount of importance on this – well, I guess it just confirmed out loud something I felt, especially post CB (probably because early days in the relationship before CB). Love was a focal point for me – and even in the future I do see it as equally or more important than work and other parts of life. Whereas it was something nice to have for you.
Hails reminded me that values aren’t just things like kindness and genuine nature, they are essentially how we want to live, and I do agree that that didn’t really match. You wanted to be held loosely, and I couldn’t do it. I wanted to be held tightly, and you couldn’t do it. I wanted to mean more to you.