Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Just So You Know.
Dear Diary,
Something bad happened between him and me. No, we didn't fight. There were no heated arguments, no raised voices. But.. it has finally dawned on me that it's really over. Like, nothing could ever happen. Ever. He's confused, and he's confusing me.
He only sees me as a friend and only wants to be a friend to me, but when asked if he treats me like he treats his friends, the answer was no. What am I then?
Oh my God.
I really don't know what's wrong with me. If this kind of situation (my love problem) was a scenario in a "How are you when it comes to relationship?" quiz, and if the options were,
A: Call and text him everyday and beg him till he realizes that you're the one for him.
B: Be patient, follow his time, go with the flow, and wait for him till he realizes you're the one.
C: Get over him and find someone else who'd love for you to be around and treats you well.
D: Kill yourself,
and if it was in the year 2004, when I was 16 years old, when I was emotionally-innocent, never had a boyfriend, when I haven't met him, my answer would have been 'C'. To hell with a guy who doesn't treat me right. I deserve better.
But, November 2008 came, and I met him, feelings and emotional roller-coaster ever since. Until last Sunday, my answer changed to 'B'. I was sure I could wait and just be content with being with him, no need to meet his friends or family if he doesn't want me to, let him hold the string tied to my heart that I'm wearing on my sleeve. Sometimes, he'd let go, but I always had that tiny spark of hope that he'd reach for me when I'm going just out of reach.
Last Sunday came and went and I realized how contradicting he was. When he asked if I think he was using me, I was surprised that I couldn't look him in the eye and answer straight away. I wanted to yell at him, tell him how ridiculous his words were. But I know after the first word that comes out of my mouth, I'd break down and cry. And I HATE to talk and cry at the same time, making the words sound round, and you just look so ugly with the corners of your lips turned down. So I just kept quiet. In bed, it dawned on me that it really is over. I realized that even if he was for me, I wasn't for him, that he makes me very happy but I can't make him happy enough.
For a moment, I blamed his ex-girlfriend for ruining him for me. For making him so afraid of commitment, so afraid to open up. But then I thought of the first time we met. He liked me enough to actually consider having me around in the future. And then he went missing. And I shifted the blame to myself, thinking if I did something else, if I hadn't done this or that, we'd be having a 2nd anniversary or something. But then I thought, what I did that I thought made him run wasn't life-threatening, it wasn't hurtful, wasn't intentional.
Sigh... I don't know what to think or who to blame anymore. I still wished he had never met his ex though.
Whatever. The main point is, it's over. And the thing that kinds of brings relief to me despite knowing that I can't have him, is that my hope is flickering. Unlike last time, when I think of how one day he'll contact me back and wants to see me again, the thought quickly disappears, brushing it away from my mind, my hope for him is finally fading to complete blackness, the days of me pining for him is ending.
Am I finally healing?
In my own world,
8:37 PM