I understand how absolutely angry you are with me and you have every right to be. In contrast to that understanding, I do not think I’ll ever be able to fathom the pain I have caused you. There has never been a moment in our relationship when I wanted to hurt you. If there is anything you gain from this email, let it be that. I did not try to hurt you.
It makes sense why you would block my calls and texts. I’m assuming that’s what you’ve done. Well, there isn’t much assuming. After my countless calls, I did some researching and found that when a call goes directly to voicemail after one ring, it’s more than likely contributed to the receiver blocking the call. I realize the level of insanity I’ve displayed by trying to reach you so many times--but I had to try. I couldn’t leave it the way we did with that nagging thought--what if I had tried a little harder? Tried again? Or again?
I suppose it’s that kind of mentality that got me here to begin with… I had to see if there was anything left with Brian. (I just came back to this email after landing in London. I thought it best to see my family for a few days. Excuse any random trail this email follows.)
You loved me from the very beginning Will. It’s not common for someone to know exactly what they want, and please don’t think that’s my way of placing the blame on you. That’s not what I’m doing. However, it has to be said--you scared the hell out of me. I have never met another person with the same...What’s the word? Passion. Even that seems to be unequal to what it is you have… What we share… You go off on a rant, as I have so many times before--and each word comes from the heart. Your morality and idealism are contagious and ultimately made me a better person with each moment I spent with you. Then, the way you love me--loved me. That same zest transferred over to your feelings for me and while I was completely entranced by our similarities-- you loved in a way I had never experienced before.
I was terrified. Brian and I had been together far longer than you had even known me and he never displayed any signs of feeling for me, the way you did. Looking back, I shouldn’t have been so stupid to think that was a fault of yours and not his. His lack of love for me seemed far more believable than your chivalrous approach to courtship. That’s just a fancy way of saying--- it was easier for me to accept that he was all I deserved. I couldn’t trust you, Billy. I couldn’t trust that what you felt for me was genuine. I couldn’t allow myself to just be happy with you until I knew Brian wasn’t the one.
My father told me a story once. It’s about a child who keeps shredding paper and his parents take him to different doctors to get him to stop shredding paper. They take him to the most expensive doctor in the world who looks the child over and finally says, “Son, if you stop shredding paper, your parents will stop taking you to the doctors.” And the child turns to his parents and says, “Why didn’t you just say so?”
My father has an odd liking towards certain stories. I don’t know why I just remembered that story, other than to say, I had to realize I could make myself happy by leaving Brian. I had to do that Will in order to be happy with you. Don’t you understand? It had nothing to do with a lack of love for you. I had to trust I could be with you. I had to trust in someone as good and right as you.
You’re it, Billy. There isn’t anyone else for me. I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. If there is any love you have left for me, please give me some sort of sign that you’ve read this email. It doesn’t have to be a dissertation, nor do I expect you to unblock me. If you still love me though---give me some sign that you’ve read this and understand that I love you.