It won’t always be this way. My heart will find what it wants and what it needs, and saying goodbye is sometimes the only way to make room for that.
You see, I’ve been telling myself this for over a year. I’ve been reminding myself this chapter isn’t the last. This is not where I land. I’m making way for something better, something more. I’ve been working so hard.
I’ve been on coffee dates until I hate Starbucks, and those OKCupid notifications make my head hurt. I’ve met amazing people, people with whom I could fall in love — a few with whom I have — and watched them come to the realization that I am either more, or less than what they were hoping to find.
I’ve been reminded, so many times, that I’m unique, uncommon, different and yet, not a good fit. My heart is sore from trying. I have watched too many people opt out of a chance at a deep, intense, holistic, full, romantic-relationship kind of life, with me.
I am tired. I am sore. I am lonely.
Still, I look into my mirror, and I know I’m being true to my heart, true to me, even though in ways I can’t explain, I am alone. I have a husband who loves me. I have friends, and lovers. (Can I call them lovers if our intimacy is never, or so rarely in person, that I’ve forgotten how they smell?)
I should be thankful, count my fortunes… instead I’m staring at these puzzle pieces, and still my picture is no where near becoming clear.
Today, I mourn as two beautiful people have chosen to walk away from a romantic future with me. The fucked up thing is, it was the right choice. I know it, logically, but my heart thinks logic is stupid. I could not keep my heart from falling. I can’t regret being true to me, but I hate this pain.
Today, I don’t have the strength to get up and move on. I will not be dusting off the OKCupid profile. I will not respond to flirts and invitations for coffee. Today I will be saying goodbye to a future I really wished for, trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing now.
Tomorrow, I will find my feet.
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And yet there are those who have admired you for just as long, shy and unable to permeate the noise of the crowd around you, wishing to know you better, fearing that same rejection, cloaked in the invisibility of plain sight.
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“R”, the questions of chemistry and fit are only answerable through risk. I have been through this cycle often enough to know intimately that it’s true. I try not to take the “rejection” personally, and keep looking for that thing that clicks. I have no idea who you are. Still, please don’t stay invisible. I can’t promise fit, but I can share conversation, and friendship, that might or might not become something more. You never know until you risk.
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