okay, so in the end she remembered, but still
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okay, so in the end she remembered, but still
Birthday pluses: -not as bad as I was expecting -two cakes -really good black pasta for lunch Birthday negatives: -parcel from my family didn’t arrive in time so no cards -none of my friends remembered (incl. her, although I’m not totally sure if she fits in this category w/ everyone else yet?) -still my birthday, and yet another year without accomplishing anything serious or moving meaningfully in the direction of doing so
what the fuck even is life? why I am obsessing over whether this girl likes me? how am I in a headspace where I’m thinking about someone new already? why did I have to meet this girl when I’m about to move to a different country? I don’t even know the answer to any of these goddamn questions, but I’m up at 2:30am writing it down because I’m thinking about this girl, and I can’t sleep, and seriously just what the fuck?
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On being told that someone loves you but is not in love with you
I don’t feel like I have the vocabulary to put how I feel about this loss into words. Every time I try to clarify my feelings in my head I either can’t do it, or it ends up sounding horribly cliched, but either way it in no way manages to approach the reality of what the sensation of living in my body is like right now.
Yet, despite the futility of it, I can’t help but hope that by writing it down might allow me to understand it better. Or perhaps I’m just hoping that taking some action is better than taking none, even if it’s just logging in here for the first time in over a year and writing this.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt real loss before. Certainly, I’ve felt loss - when Rosie and I went to shit, when Seraphina was hit by a car - but not real loss. Of course, perhaps it’s just that memory numbs the feeling, but I think it was different in both of those cases. With Rosie there was too much anger mixed in for it to be real loss, and while I think with Seraphina it came closer to the real thing, it was impossible for it to be true grief because your relationship with a cat can never have the depth of one with a human, let alone someone that you had envisioned yourself spending the rest of your life with.
I feel strange. I think I’m still in shock. I don’t think enough time has passed for me to really process the enormity of the loss. After all, I saw her 71 hours and 33 minutes ago at the time of writing this sentence. I’m not obsessively counting the time that’s passed by the way. It’s just that she left on a train, which makes it remarkably easy to know how long ago we said goodbye. And we spoke on Sunday too. If someone has only been absent for such a short period, then it seems like of course you can’t comprehend what their absence will be like in the longer term. You know that there’s a space in your life that wasn’t there before, but you can’t really appreciate how large that space is until you’ve lived with its presence for longer.
I don’t mean to belittle the loss of others. I know that many of your reading this have had relatives die, and I have too. But for me this is greater than those losses. My aunt dying was sad, but she was not a part of my life in the way that Alexa has been these last two years. I am lost with regard to many things in life: mostly where I want to be, and what I want to do. But the constant for a long time has been that whatever I ended up doing and wherever I ended up being based, I thought I would be with her. I envisioned a house, and a dog, and children. And now I am utterly lost. There is nothing anchoring me to anything. In some strange sense, this is liberating, but not in the positive way that word is often used. Imagine you are sailing, and have no destination mind other than that you are heading West, using the stars as your guide. And then the clouds form overhead out of nowhere, and the sea grows rough and throws your ship around, and you know that while you can head anywhere, you no longer have any point of reference to guide you in your journey.
We broke up on Saturday morning. Today was the first day that I didn’t cry in the shower since it happened. I’ve cried more than I ever have before, these last three days. It’s like I’m numb until something happens that rouses an emotional response, and then the tears start flowing. On Saturday I asked my mother to come downstairs with me right after it happened, planning to tell her, and I started crying the moment I turned around in the kitchen. On Sunday it was the first time I was alone after the wedding reception the night before and I stayed at a friend’s house, so it all hit me once I got home and into the shower. Yesterday, I thought of the line from Neruda right before I got in (”To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.”), and it brought everything rushing home.
It’s strange how people feel a need to speak when you tell them about this sort of thing. There’s nothing to really say, after all. A couple of people have tried to comfort me. You know the sort of thing. “She’s crazy if she can’t see how great you are.” “Maybe in a few months you’ll feel like this was for the best.” I think people don’t like silence. When you tell them that your girlfriend told you that she’s not in love with you anymore, they don’t want to stand there with those words being the last ones to float in the air, so they try to fill the space with platitudes. It’s okay, though. I know that they’re just trying to help, even though they’re not.
Have you ever been through this, reader? Have you heard the words before? “I love you, but I’m not in love with you.” I’ve heard the words, “I never loved you” before. You can’t really compare the two, I’ve decided. I think the latter were probably a lie, an attempt to give some closure to the whole thing. I think that there was some malice in them, even if it wasn’t known to Rosie when she spoke them. That makes it better, a little bit, even if the words themselves were unkinder. They had a point to them, some sort of purpose interfering with the facts of the matter, which made them less wounding.
But the former were said by someone who I think had no desire to cause harm. or pain. I believe that she did this because of the reasons she professed. I don’t think she’s a cruel person. I don’t think that she’s ever done something with the intention of hurting me, even though she has hurt me on a number of occasions. That’s also better than I can say I’ve done. I’m the kind of person who has an inclination to lash out when upset, just to get a response. I try to restrain the impulse, but I’m not perfect, and sometimes I slip. That perhaps makes me sound a little worse than I am. What I mean to say is that while I don’t want to cause hurt, when I’m upset I sometimes cannot stop myself from using cutting words, ones that go beyond simply describing how I’m feeling into trying to create some mirrored pain in the other person. But I never set out with the intention of doing this, and I think she knows that, and forgives me for it in the same way that I forgive her for hurting me at times through things that she cannot help doing, despite knowing the pain that they cause in me.
Part of what makes this worse is the care with which it’s been done, although of course that also makes it better. By this I mean that we were both gentle with each other while talking about this. I believe her when she says that she made the choice to break up because she thought it would be unfair to me to make me wait for her to feel better, without knowing when or if that would happen, and whether that happening would even lead to her feelings towards me returning. I truly believe that she wants me to be happy. I want the same for her, although of course I want her to be happy with me, and I feel jealousy and anger stirring under the surface when I consider the idea of her meeting someone new. I think I’m worried this will happen soon. After all, we met within two months of the last time she split up with someone. I don’t think she’s planning to look for anyone, but I’m worried that now she won’t be saying “sorry, I have a boyfriend” someone will successfully pursue her. I don’t think she realises how desirable she is. And, of course, there’s the fact that Rosie said she wasn’t planning to be with anyone else for a while after things ended between us, and she met her new boyfriend in the very near future too. I guess maybe I’m just generally sceptical of people saying they have no plans to get into a relationship, because I’ve seen such people end up in relationships right after saying that too many times.
It’s why I asked her not to tell me if she does meet someone new, at least not for a while. Perhaps I’ll go back on this and end up begging her to tell me if there is someone else because not knowing will prove too hard, but I know that’s only going to decrease the chances of her and I ever ending up together, so hopefully that knowledge will let me restrain the urge.
There’s still a vague hope. I asked her to consider us going on a ‘break’ - I hate the term, but that’s what it is - where we remain together but don’t see each other, for however long she needs. That’s what I’m waiting to hear back about at the moment. I told her to think about it really carefully, so I don’t know when she’ll get back to me. She said one of the problems was that she was finding seeing me stressful, or even the thought of seeing me. I hope that giving her control over the rate and extent of communication might help. Whether I’ll be able to live with such a situation, I don’t know. But I do know that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for not trying everything in my power to make this relationship work.
She said something, when we communicated on Sunday. I know I said ‘spoke’ earlier, but that’s somewhat misleading. We exchanged messages. She left me voice messages. The first one was 50 seconds, and the second 55. It was in the latter that she said that maybe we are meant to be together, but not right now. I know that one’s a cliche too. I know that perhaps you’re pitying me right now. “Poor James, that’s what they say when it’s over but they can’t bear to crush all your hope, and he doesn’t realise.” Perhaps you’re right. But then again, you don’t know her, do you? I do. And I know that out of context, those words sound like an attempt to comfort someone you know you’re never going back to, but given the specifics, I think they ring true. I think that her emotional state, the hormones from the implant, her general situation with her family, all have a massive impact on how she feels both generally and about me. So if those things change, which I can only hope they will, I think it’s entirely possible that her feelings for me could return. And she’s not dumb. She knows how those words sound, and she said that she didn’t want to say them, but I think she felt compelled to. I do truly believe that if it was her choice, she would still have feelings for me as strong as ever, and that this is maybe just as hard for her as it is for me.
It’s made me think about the universe, all this, and God. We went to a wedding together on Saturday, after we’d broken up. I told her that we had to go so as not to spoil the day for the couple getting married. It was hard, but I think it was the right thing to do. And at the wedding, the priest said that he believed that it was God’s plan for the couple to get married. That it was destiny.
I’ve always resisted such beliefs. I’ve always thought that they were for the weak, unable to accept that the universe has no need for rhyme or reason, and that sometimes awful things happen without a good explanation. But equally, this does feel simply wrong. That our story, mine and Alexa’s, should end in this way. And so when she says that maybe we are meant to be together but not right now, I wonder if she’s right. Because it seems mad for this to be the end of our tale. I have no way to justify this feeling. The most rational explanation is that it’s blind hope being conjured by my brain to prevent things from being more painful than they already are. But who’s to say? We both still care for each other, deeply. And I think we both would still like to be together, it’s just that she feels it’s not possible - and I agree that being together in the way we were for the last couple of months was unsustainable.
Maybe this will be it. Maybe we will go our separate ways, meet other people, end up with them. Maybe we’ll find other people for now and then find each other again in the future. Maybe we won’t meet other people, and end up back together after a period of separation. Maybe she’ll accept my proposal of going on a break, and we’ll have some time where we are apart but together, and recover after that. I think that I will always love her, even if the feeling of being in love with her does fade, and we each follow a different path without the other in it. But I think that at heart I am an optimist. So I hope that fate does exist, and that we have a different ending waiting for us.
Brief life update
Life is pretty good. I don’t really use tumblr because it tends to make me sad; partly because I think I follow other people who are sad, and partly because of the history that will always be linked to this blog. I would in some ways like to delete it, but I’d only do that if I saved everything of value first, and I’m too lazy to go through and find all that so it will probably just continue on in its current static condition.
I’m partly writing this for myself, for looking back on, and partly in case anyone still checks this blog and had wondered what happened to me (I know I still check a handful of blogs despite not being active myself).
So, my romantic status has always been something I’ve talked about a lot here, and I guess I should kick things off by saying that I am in a relationship, I have been for over a year, and being with her makes me very happy. We had some rough patches (August of last year, end of November last year through mid-January of this one) but for the last few months things have gone smoothly. Neither of us has done a serious adult relationship before, so I think that some of the earlier stuff can be attribute to the learning process. I’ll happily admit that a decent chunk of it was on my head -- there were some things about myself that I didn’t know were there beforehand; for instance, it turns out I have a jealous streak, but I’m working on that.
In fact, in some ways, little has changed. I still know that I have plenty of imperfections, and I’m working on those. I don’t always know what all of them are, and my conduct is never perfect, but I’m trying. I feel like I do a pretty decent job of being a kind, responsible human being on most days, if not all.
Academically, I’m struggling a bit. I still really suffer with knuckling down to work, even if I don’t so much with the work itself (case in point, I got an 80 on an essay the other day (which is fairly remarkable for a top British university)). I’d like to fix that, but I’m not sure how. Only one more year at uni to go, though.
My sleep isn’t great, I need to work on it again. It was excellent during term-time, but now I’ve slipped back into the bad habit of watching youtube videos in bed rather than listening to music. I don’t quite know how to stop, but I’m thinking maybe I should stop leaving my phone in my room at night.
I’ve been going to the gym for the last 9 months, and I think I look quite good right now. I don’t look big, but I don’t think I look (that) skinny either. I’ve also trimmed down the fat I was gaining around this time last year, which I think ties into the fact I’ve started getting into cooking. Talking of which, I’m hungy, this post is long enough as it is, and it’s late.
Expect another one of these posts next year when I’m once again procrastinating (unless, somehow, I’ve learned how to avoid procrastinating by then.)
in russian they dont say “i love you” they say “пожирать плоть капиталистов” which means “we are one and the same” and i think thats beautiful
Beautiful
Why does not having seen you for three days feel like a year?
Tony: *gazes lovingly at John Deere tractor*
Tony: Hello dear
Me: *laughs hysterically while no one else in the theater gets the joke*
Good news post: I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really like this girl who I’m seeing/dating/something. She is fucking amazing. When I’m with her, I’m just... happy. I don’t feel stressed, or under any pressure, or like there’s something wrong about what either of us are doing, it’s just simple happiness, and I’m trying to recall the last time I felt like that, and I’m drawing a blank.
I feel around her like I feel around people who its taken me years to be really comfortable around - the other day we were just lying around in my room singing along to old songs on her phone, and it was just so fucking chill and lovely, and I’m seeing her again tomorrow, and I know I should be focused on my exams but I can’t get her out of my head, and I’d sure as shit rather risk fucking up my exams than fucking things up with her.
It’s funny; I’m wrapping up my first year at uni, and over the past 12 months I’ve travelled across a continent on a journey I’ve wanted to do for a really long time, reconnected with friends who had drifted away a little, met some amazing new people, developed my thinking fairly substantially, met a couple of girls (and dated one of them officially for the first time), and I have a date coming up on this Saturday with another girl I really like, and I’m on course for a decent performance at one of the best universities in the world - so with that all being the case, why am I not particularly happy right now? And why do I feel like I might be on completely the wrong track, and why have I been looking up other courses for the past hour?
it’s so beautiful when the sun comes in
A husky walks on water in northern Russia. The image was taken after heavy rainfall covered the frozen lake. The rare phenomenon was captured by the dog’s owner Fox Grom.
Picture: Fox Grom/News Dog Media
nice try science side of tumblr but this dog is clearly jesus
I met a girl on Friday evening. We spent near enough 21 hours in each others company after that, and I haven't been able to get her out of my head in the 30-odd hours since we said goodbye. Wtf is going on with me.
I think maybe I could fall for you