“The best lessons we teach are the ones we most need to learn.”
Who am I without you but be a heart without purpose?
Before you, I knew not what security felt like.
Before you, I knew not what love looked like.
Before you, I knew not what real commitment was.
Now, I cannot love you less.
I see more than a 5 year plan.
I have never been so sure in my life.
I had always known I wanted to be with you.
I had known from the beginning you were special.
As for how special…
I have learned so much of what makes you special.
Even when we do not see eye to eye, it is our very differences that complete each other’s complex puzzles. You complete me in more ways than one and I could not have gotten the most out of this 26th year if you were not such a big part of my world.
In fact, you have sort of become my world.
You have made me better.
This relationship is very important to me and what we have experienced in the last week and a half has made me realize that I want so much more from this and I have never wanted it as much as I have now.
I want a future with you.
Even as I write this, I feel like I am not ready to.
This is painful.
Two weeks ago, for the first time, I looked at my lap into the path of lines that faced one another like strange figures meeting for the first time. It was so alien to me. Staring deep into its gaze, I was haunted by the disappointment and the fear of overlooming judgment that would be casted on me by familiar onlookers in my life.
I feared the fear itself.
I sat there and I wept at the idea of loss before it even happened.
I never knew a feeling like it even existed.
Days passed and things made sense to me. The way I sensed things were heightened and I felt the most innate of instincts kick in. For a moment in this brief life, I felt I had some purpose to fulfill.
In reality, I could not fulfill it.
In reality, it broke my heart.
In one week I had possessed blissful ignorance – this idea that I had the “fortunate unawareness of something unpleasant”. As everything was happening so quickly, I had no means of processing everything the way I wanted to or in a healthy manner. I took an idea, I wrapped my head around it, and then, I ran with it without thinking of the physical and emotional costs.
But later on, I decided that the idea in which “I made the right decision” was the best and only alternative. And, to think, I thought that idea was going to make this any more easier…
Well, I did say blissful ignorance, right?
This is painful.
I did not acknowledge what happened to me overnight. I did not take a moment to grieve for myself or for the part of me I lost.
I am not coping well.
This is painful.
I am trying to find reasons to help myself heal but I know I will not find that today.
I am trying to hold back tears and hold my head up but I know I will be sad and hurt.
From the physical pain to the emotional pain, I am doing the best I can to deal with my sense of loss.
For now, this is painful.
You might be thinking compliment.
But no, I meant complement.
When one thing completes another, therefore it complements.
When one thing expresses admiration, therefore it compliments.
But, I mean complement.
And to complement is to be close to perfect.
There’s nothing more frustrating than being a basket case of emotion, sometimes.
I want to not feel.
I want to not care.
But, can I help it?
Especially when certain emotions are directed at particular things.
What I honestly dislike the most is when my feelings are belittled by others. I dislike it even more when people expect you to feel strongly or be supportive about their opinions, values, or feelings when it’s a matter of convenience for them; meanwhile, in contrast, they cannot seem to do the same for you.
I think a lot of respect people have for each other is built on the simple principle of “The Golden Rule” and that is to “do unto others what you would want done unto you”.
I hold other peoples’ feelings in high regard and sometimes while I neglect my own, but that’s just the person that I am.
I am kind.
I am understanding.
Or, at least I try hard to be.
And, I believe there’s good in everyone.
Usually, I can find good in everything.
You know, the silver lining?
But see, all I ever ask for from others is that they consider to give me the same respect. Regardless of point of view, upbringing, or wants/needs. For a moment of indifference, I want to feel as if I matter, too.
There are going to be some things of matter that may little to you but remain big to others, remember that.
Think about it.
I am out of my element and I have to adjust.
But just do not be surprised when I talk less and find myself more distant than usual because it is just a part of the process and I do not think you will understand.
In layman’s terms…
I am feeling the introvert come out of me.
Isn’t that some irony?