It has been a hell of a long time since I've been on here, a hell of a long time since I've left a piece of me here to be read a and seen by all who happen to stop by, but there was something that happened to me, something amazing and almost magical.
Let me go back a bit...
Since my last post, since the pain of loneliness last dug its nails into my skin, into my heart, I had been so down, so lost, and so scared a the future, that I ventured into online dating. Don't get me wrong, I had tried it many times before, had gone on many times before, and each time, I've scrapped it all because it was too scary to meet someone that way. But for some reason, for some unknown and completely amazing reason, I went back there that night, made an account on OkCupid, and within a few days I was found by someone amazing. I mean, just two or so days had gone by, a lot of guys contacted me, but for some reason, when this guy contacted me, there was something different about him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but my I have always trusted my instincts and they were telling me to give him a chance. Just a week or so later, after having texted him non-stop since we first chatted online, we met.
I remember the way I first say him, he was just across the street coming toward me, fast-walking as his face tracked where I stood waiting for him. I remember thinking, "He's so cute." When I think about it now, I giggle, because even now, he's still so cute. But that was it, and in the moment that he hugged me, awkward as it was, I didn't feel scared. I mean, of course I felt reserved because I barely knew the guy, and he was moving so fast, I mean, he kissed me right away too. But then I suggested we sit down to have a drink, as we talked, at first about nothing, but then I started to explain how the pace he was moving at made me uncomfortable, and he listened. He listened. He listened. It was like a light went off, or a spark was lit. It was like, after all these years of pouring out my heart to this blog, feeling like I had no one to talk to, I finally found someone who would listen. As that day went on, we just talked a lot, I tripped a lot too, because I was both nervous and just a klutz in general, but it was nice. We even sat down at a bar for a bit, had a drink and chatted too. It was nice, not scary or rushed, just calm and peaceful and easy. After that, we parted ways, and we saw each other as much as we could over the next few weeks, busy as we both were and living so far from each other made it difficult, and I constantly missed him (still do now), but we made it work.
As time went on, I started to realize that he might very well be my "Tristan," the figure and idea in my head that manifests in the form of someone I love and will eventually marry. Being around him, I notice the quirks he has, and the sentiments he gives, they all resemble what I've always asked for. Just everything about him, it's like I've walked into a dream and suddenly my dream guy is standing by my side, making me smile, laugh, feel pretty, and feel supported. I feel like he's the one I could give my life to, the one I could move in with and be together with until the day I die. I miss him all the time, I love him with all my heart, and I finally feel like the whole, the emptiness I've felt all this time has finally been filled. He makes me happy, so very happy.
Which is why I am so afraid of losing him. Whether it be to illness, sudden death, or just because we had an argument, I constantly fear that he will leave. I'm the type to never leave, to stay loyal, but I'm also not the type to chase. If he were to ever want to leave, I would be unable to stop him. I love him so much that if he ever desired to leave me, I would let him go with the hope that maybe he'll be happier somewhere else, with someone else. He's my everything, he's my whole world. He's the one I want to spend my life with, and come 2 or 3 years down the line, if he is still by my side and has yet to propose, I am getting down on one knee and making him mine forever. He's so perfect, even his flaws are perfect. Ever his messiness is perfect. I love everything about him and even though it's only been 3 or so months since the day that I first met him, it feels like I've known him for my entire life.
All this time I've lived in this house, all the times I've stayed somewhere else, no matter the country or the place, I've always felt like I wanted to go home, to my real home. Being with him, I have finally found my home. He is my living dream and the home I've always wanted.
I love you, Chad. I always will. You've made me whole and you own my heart. Please keep it with you forever as I hope to keep yours.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
I'm so alone, it's killing me...
What am I supposed to do with this feeling? How do I make it go away? How do I heal what I can't touch or fix? I'm alone, my friends move away, my family doesn't get it, I'm alone. I'm alone, I'm alone! I'm so alone it's killing me. I don't know what to do... dating apps scare me, I don't know how to meet people in real life because I'm too busy to do anything but work, school, and homework. I want to be with someone. I don't want to be alone anymore. My tears won't stop, my head hurts, my body is tired. I'm overwhelmed with thoughts of the future, my work is getting in the way, but I need the money and trying to choose is almost impossible right now. I feel helpless and scared, and without anyone here to help me or to hold my hand, I'm lost and alone and sad beyond understanding. I don't know what to do with myself. Please someone just find me, find me and tell me I'm not alone anymore, because I'm sick and tired of all my friends leaving me, and my lonely life is killing me. Why did they all leave me anyways? Most moved away, some forgot about me, others chose guys over me, and the one that I thought I could live my whole life with, the one I needed the most, she left too. Why do I have to be so alone? Am I cursed to be alone? God I'm tired of this crap. I don't want to be alone anymore! There's nothing I can do though... what do I do? I'm begging... please make this pain stop.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
It's like a heavy weight that just won't ease...
It's always been there, always been there beside me, always held me down and told me not to move. It's there, nothing has changed. The only thing that's changed is that now I have a word for this feeling. It hurts. It's lonely. It's empty and full of pain all at the same time.
This feeling however, is not the only thing that's been bothering me lately. Ever heard of Mysophobia? Well... it has slowly become evident to me that I have it. If something I don't trust touches me, I get this almost itchy feeling in my skin, like there's something thick and dirty on my hands and anywhere that something touches me. Some people make fun of it. Others just think I'm "weird." You know what sucks the most? The majority of those two types of people come from the family members I live with.
I think that's been the hardest part about both my issues. My family doesn't see what I struggle through, and it's times like these I wish I had someone to talk to, someone who understood, someone to hold my hand and say everything will be okay. Someone to love me and whom I can love back. Family doesn't feel right. Family has all but lost it's chance I feel. Familial love doesn't seem strong enough now. I need something deeper. Something both physically attached and mentally attached. I know it seems odd, that family it's strong enough, but the way I am now, family just feels forced.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all the time, but for times like these, where I have no where else to go but here. For times where I can't hold back my tears; that's when I need that deeper kind of love. Until then, I will leave a part of me here to remind me of the past, to help me move forward, and to make my future just a bit brighter.
This feeling however, is not the only thing that's been bothering me lately. Ever heard of Mysophobia? Well... it has slowly become evident to me that I have it. If something I don't trust touches me, I get this almost itchy feeling in my skin, like there's something thick and dirty on my hands and anywhere that something touches me. Some people make fun of it. Others just think I'm "weird." You know what sucks the most? The majority of those two types of people come from the family members I live with.
I think that's been the hardest part about both my issues. My family doesn't see what I struggle through, and it's times like these I wish I had someone to talk to, someone who understood, someone to hold my hand and say everything will be okay. Someone to love me and whom I can love back. Family doesn't feel right. Family has all but lost it's chance I feel. Familial love doesn't seem strong enough now. I need something deeper. Something both physically attached and mentally attached. I know it seems odd, that family it's strong enough, but the way I am now, family just feels forced.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all the time, but for times like these, where I have no where else to go but here. For times where I can't hold back my tears; that's when I need that deeper kind of love. Until then, I will leave a part of me here to remind me of the past, to help me move forward, and to make my future just a bit brighter.
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