You aren't here to read this, but with the angst of my day which has reduced me to a steady stream of tears, I have a need to put my woe in writing in my small world.
We are no longer together in the physical realm, but when we were, I got you. I really got you. I frequently took issue with your take on life, and you mine. You frequently drove me to the brink of a screaming abyss. You repeatedly drove me to break up with you, but I never failed to see where you were coming from. And what I miss most about you, is the thing I loved most about you, YOU never failed to GET ME. I mean you got me, you really got me. You loved every feisty element of me which could combine and explode fiercely from deep within my sense of injustice ... each feisty element gathering in a laser beam capable of shooting down twinkling stars circling stolen halos, hell bent on justice and correcting all the things I perceived to be wrong in my small world. This explosive passion is often a negative to the ordinary man, some people in my life's general, and even elements of my own family. However, you delighted in my passion and we found ourselves gravitationally pulled towards one another, even though we would eventually always repel. In every way that we differed, we had a myriad of things in common, the best of which I have never experienced in any other relationship I have ever had. I could see people furrow their brow at the nature of our relationship, hell, so did I, and so did you, but we knew the secret of what kept us coming back ... I got you and you got me on issues that we were hard pressed to be in agreement with when dealing with others.
And today, unlike most of my recent days, I desperately miss you.
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I feel like I shouldn't comment - but ... I want to say I hope you feel better for having written this and getting it off your chest... and that tomorrow brings a another, more happier day.
ReplyDelete@IG -- Thank you my sweet friend. Life has its ups and downs ... and falling in love with someone you realize you can't live with doesn't always equate into falling completely out of love. I will continue to love the good we shared, while I steadily look to our separate futures.
ReplyDeleteAfter any breakup there are thoughts like you just described. Rebember the good and long for it. But there are reasons you ended it. Remember those and put the weight on the memorys that are the most important. If you can live with the bad - go back.
ReplyDelete@CP -- You are one wise man. The good was exceptionally good, but the differences were insurmountable. I'm okay with that, and he is too. We realized why we would not be compatible for life, but we remain amicable in spirit or in the real if and when we ever cross paths again. He will deploy to Iraq in likely one week.
ReplyDeleteOh, my. I'm like Intense Guy. I almost don't want to comment for fear of intruding. Hugs and feel better soon.
ReplyDelete@Cynthia -- thanks dear. No worries on the intrusion. I never mind a bit of company. Even on my worst day, I still love me some people. And my every day people were extremely sweet to me today.
ReplyDeletePlease pass on my thanks and encouragement. If he does shit like that, he ain't all bad.
ReplyDeleteMy last comment's security word was butsup...one of my favorite positions for a woman.
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