10 Mar 2010, Posted by jay rusovich , 4 Comments
Smitten. Smote. by Y.B.
I’m “in love.”
Which would be great, but I can’t be with him.
So, I have all these lovely feelings and nowhere to put them. I know I’m not thinking straight. I know I’m susceptible to making emotional decisions. I’m somewhat amused by my clumsy emotional state, but at the same time, I’m irritated because I know better.
And…
I don’t have time to indulge in these unreasonable feelings.
Reflecting on this loss is like being in a quiet, vast emptiness, and it is awful. I can sit alone and listen to my heartbeat and hate it.
I know part of my suffering comes from being in a situation that’s gone on for years. It’s difficult to let someone go who’s been around for a long time. And, he was my friend. We could talk about anything. And I mean – anything. And we did.
Ah well…
I wouldn’t give up the history to spare myself this heartache. It was wonderful no matter how misguided.
Bumblebees fly regardless of the incalculable math.
Feelings. Feelings. Feelings. <Splat>
Now, my logical side (it’s not really a logical side, it’s more like a cold, calculating, emotionless side that couches everything I want in a favorable way – I highly recommend picking one up) is telling me a few things:
You like to enjoy yourself and you won’t deny yourself anything if you really want it.
True.
You knew it wouldn’t work, but you did the best you could to sustain it in an environment that was openly hostile to its existence.
Yep.
You loved him so much you protected him – even from yourself – when necessary.
I did try.
You took time for yourself, which made it possible to do everything you’re doing now.
I did and I love my life.
He may come back. This has been going on for so long that there’s a good chance he’ll sort it out one day. No pressure. We’re certainly not going to force it. Men always love you more when you’re heartbroken.
I know. Why is that?
I don’t know, but it’s useful. Well, I do know, but we’ll talk about it later…























