I cannot be with anyone.
Inside I feel such pain. I don’t know why nor where it comes from, but it manifests in this strange urge to eschew company. I haven’t spent much time around anyone in months. The days stretch long and open, I wake when I wish, sleep when its needed, eat for pleasure not routine. My life revolves around three solid things, my healing, distractions, and love.
This love is novel. I remain unfamiliar with this type of love. It is unique in that it is singular to me. I am the only recipient. I am the only source. I am in control of its generation. I bask in the flow. And this is my joy and regret.
I feel joy I have learned this, it is almost a new skill. It is almost a new dawn in my life. But I also miss being loved by another. I miss it.
This missing drives me to peruse online profiles but this habit has become a source of pain for me. I peruse and it gets stronger and stronger in my chest, a feeling of unease so great it feels like a stone covers my heart center…
And I am alone again.
I close the application and I am able to breathe through the pain. I have learned not to fight it. Pain exists. And it has just as much a right to exist as anything. It even has a purpose. But it doesn’t feel nice to cry and not know why. To poke around inside my head, berate my psyche, interrogate the evasive me, this is futile for I feel I have gotten somewhere …
… and I turn around the next day to discover I have only gone in circles. I am enough for myself and that is it. I only have myself and that is it.
And I am both content and ill content with that.
I would love to have dates, so I say this. Then it becomes untrue. This wretched thing come up, overcomes me it, and I find I am fighting fear more frightening that any first date. Why. Why can I not move on and get on with it. It feels like my life is on hold waiting for itself to begin. It feels like love, the concept of it sung in song and tale, seeps away into the cracks between memories.
Soon it will be gone I think. Loving her was so distinct but now it fades. And I am left alone.
I am reminded of last loves. The strong ones, the ones worth the bitter ends they became.
She remains a hollow in my memory, a holy thing, a fragile love. And so much anger builds behind it, for I am forced to think of the good times with the bad. After all she did not treat me with courtesy. I didn’t know it then but I know it now. I treat myself now as she should have done and wish I had known better. If I had known how to treat myself then she would have known how to treat me.
And the anger fades. I take responsibility back and it fades and I am grateful for the lesson learned. And I miss her a bit more with the knowledge.
I cannot be with anyone yet, because the pain is still too great even now. She does hold that place, it’s been a year. But I cannot let go so another could claim it. I cannot let go. I am afraid to let go. I fear unlearning the love I hold now. I fear unloving myself when I lose the love of her. I fear being alone with a lonely me instead of one eschewing company. It is almost better to pine than it is to be loved.
Here I at least have control of my heart.