People say that he keeps me around because I am a safe bet, someone to fall back on. You know, a sense of security. And that may be true, but geez, the comfort I feel talking to him. I know he has a girlfriend, I know that he isnt necessarily the person that I want him to be, but he is my friend, and we as people look beyond imprefections in friends. I mean no one is perfect, and we are not always going to get along with the person that is our friend, so why do we always expect perfection in relationships? Its not fair to anyone.
Regardless, I am happy in life once again, not troubled with the heartwrenching feelings that I am not good enough, that I am too fat, or ugly or asymmetrical. But rather rejoice in the fact that I am me. I smile, a lot, and I love sports, and I get giddy at some of the smallest things, but thats ok, and I am loved. No matter what happens my brothers love me- they may roll their eyes at me, but they do love me. And my parents are some of the most supporting parents in the world. And my grandma, man, she is just plain fantastic. My friends, well like the tides, our intensity of friendship ebbs and flows but I know that they love me in their own way, and I them.
Back to him. He has talked to me almost every day this week, is it a good thing? I dont know. I dont know how to define anything that happens between us, I mean I guess we are friends. It seems as though we are friends, but you know, even though he has a girlfriend there is still that undercurrent. Something is there, and I try to ignore it, because we made a decision last summer that we werent gonna define ourselves in that way. But the other night, I laid down to go to sleep, thinking of him because he was the last person I talked to and the images that flashed in my head as I closed my eyes were kisses, lots of them. I am not saying that they mean anything in the real world, but obviously there are connections drawn in my mind. Damn, you know? I thought I was getting rid of those!
Obviously, as a person trying to sift through emotions, one of the things that I could do is cut him out of my life. But really, I'm not that kind of person, you have to seriously hurt me physically or emotionally to be deleted out of my life, or delete me first. And he hasnt done that. You know, I never really thought that people could split amicably but now I realize that it isnt necessarily not hurting, but rather the best decision for the time. And, I gotta say, I have no regrets.
I do however, have lots of memories, and dates tied to him.
3-20 First met him
4-22 Bowling, and at midnight everyone sang me happy birthday,and when he left he said Happy Birthday to me
5-14 Calling him and leaving him a voicemail when I was drunk off my ass.
5-19 He came home with me and left an impression on my parents
6-6 I went and stayed the night at his apartment
Week of July 4- He told my sister in law that he wanted me for more than just a booty call, but rather for a relationship
7-11 I decide that having no contact with him would be in my best interest
7-25 I decide that I cant not have contact with him and he tells me that not talking to me had been "killing him"
And then dates get fuzzy for a while because we had lots of ups and downs.
The funny thing about all these dates, is that never have I remembered so many dates in connection with 1 person. I mean, seriously. I dont even remember when my first date with Matt was.
Oh well. I guess every person that comes into one's life leaves their own footprints. Whether they are emotions, dates, or even both. Its those moments, those solitary moments that you shared with certain people, that make everything else worthwhile.
So heres to the moments in our lives with the people that we love, the people that confuse the hell out of us, or even the people that we love to hate.
P.S. Sleep and I need to become friends once again!
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