“…I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I
Couldn’t stay away I couldn’t fight it
I had hoped you’d see my face
And that you be reminded that for me it isn’t over…”
Tag Archives: Hope
Dear Matt
I don’t even know where to begin.
There are so many emotions running through me right now. Feelings that I did not anticipate or predict. I fell in love with you. I took a chance and let go and let myself be vulnerable. Little did I know that while I was falling for you that you were also feeling the pressure of my existence. You told me too late and instead of letting me help you through this, you let me go. In a moment of stress and anxiety, you withdrew from me without giving me a chance.
Perhaps I never should have driven over that night. Maybe I should have just ignored you. But I care about you. I love you and wanted to help you through this. I didn’t know the price I would pay for my love. For that I’m so sorry.
I’m not going to lie to you or tell you I feel good about the situation. In fact, I feel terrible and wish I could prevent myself from driving over that evening. I wish I could go back in time because I know in my heart we would still be together if I would have stayed home. But I believe in second chances. We make mistakes and often react to the spontaneous impulses of being human.
I also noticed that your friendship towards me has also changed. That’s something I can’t reconcile either. You don’t want to be romantically involved with me yet you also push me away. Despite this one night, I have always thought of myself as a good friend even though we had to maintain a professional level along with the long distance between us. I have always been your friend and told you I’d be there for you when things ended.
In my mind and heart, I still have hope for us. I want us to talk about this and explore a different possibility. I know one exists where you can satisfy my needs. One where we can remain committed and strive towards a common ground…perhaps even common future. So hear me out: I want to try again. I want us to try again. In a different configuration that would allow you not to feel like you’ve failed.
My needs would be simple yet would definitely satisfy me and connect us:
- We text each other once a day just to say “Hi” or “I’m thinking of you.” That’s all it takes.
- We can chat over the phone randomly throughout a week just to hear each other’s voice.
- We try to see each other at least once a month. If that’s not possible, then we adjust it to every two months. If that doesn’t work, we just keep adjusting until we’re able to make it work.
- When we’re in each other’s home city, we reserve at least an hour together. We just find time and agree in advance the date and time and we commit to it. The rest of the time we can focus on work. If more time frees up, we can negotiate additional time together.
- If we are feeling stressed about something, we agree to talk about it over the phone or in person. No texting. This will help bring us closer together.
- We can talk about other goals that will you feel comfortable with the situation. No worries at all.
We can make this work. I know it. You have to let go of thinking about the future and we both have to stop worrying about failure. You brought such happiness into my life and you’ve challenged me to move forward outside of my comfort zone. I also looked forward to you every week – you are a beacon of light in my life. I told you that I would rather have you in my life than not have you in my life and what I’m going through right now is proving that. I need you in my life. I do. I need you more right now than I think you need me. It’s my selfishness that is driving me. I want you in my life. I want you, Matt.
I love you, Matt. I do.
I hope you can learn to love me too. We can teach other so much. We’re all learners, right? We are all students in this school of life and love. We’re also teachers too… and we have to teach each other. We can’t give up on someone who has made a mistake the first time. I won’t give up on you. This is a learning opportunity for growth.
Can we try again?
Randy
The Wounds Are Still Raw
My heart is still aching from the events of the week. I am still quite fragile.
I am depressed, but I think I’m moving towards recovery. When I think about Him, my heart drops and a gentle sigh comes out. I had high hopes for the both of us. Sent a lot of positive energy into the relationship so things could work.
Little did I know he would feel so much pressure. Under Pressure.
I can’t cry anymore, but I want to. I’m exhausted and drained.
I want to run away… I almost did, but I chose not to. I chose to stay to confront my demon(s). I chose to stay because of Hope. I chose to stay because All Will Be Well.
Appendix: Ouroboros
The Ouroboros has been a symbol of the eternal cycle, constantly beginning and ending, representing the perpetual cycle of renewal. Similar to the Phoenix, it represents life, death and rebirth. It’s an ancient symbol representing a serpent or a dragon eating it’s own tail. Text have described the Ouroboros to also be the mathematical representation of Infinity.
Images of the Ouroboros can be seen throughout history:
- Ancient Egypt
- Greece
- Middle East
- India
- China
- Japan
- South America
- Native American culture
Humanity is drawn to the elegance of eternal rebirth. There is something alluring about a continual cycle that is never-ending and eternal. Perhaps it represents a taste of Immortality; or more simply the possibility of Second Chances.
We are flawed and prone to making mistakes in life. The Ouroboros represents the knowledge that one cycle will end, and a new one begins with new possibilities. In a way, The Ouroboros goes beyond the cycle. There is a spiritual Hope in its symbolism.
Letting Go
Tonight, I’ve finally decided to let go.
I realize that I’ve been grieving over the death of a dream. I’ve been holding on to the agony and the pain of what once was. That’s why I kept feeling sorry for myself. It’s because I chose to hold on to remnants of that dream of a future that can no longer be. At least not in its previous configuration.
I’m alive and I can continue to thrive if I so choose. I choose to live and I choose to thrive. I have so much to offer to the world. It could have been much worse for me, but my strength and my hope has made me a survivor. I’m ready to move on now.
Everything I’ve invested over the last 8+ years of my life isn’t for nothing. It all becomes a part of me. All those experiences are now and always have been a part of me to bring/share in this next chapter. The hopes, dreams and aspirations all add value to that next person/relationship in my life. And for that, it brings a smile to my face.
Wisdom, it’s all wisdom. And I will get to share it with someone I love. The excitement of it all gives me something to look forward to.
And for that: I am grateful.
Housewife by Jay Brannan
The hopeless romantic in me feels quite hopeful hearing this simple song.
Down The Rabbit Hole I Go!
For most people, the new chapter in life doesn’t begin like a Julia Roberts fairy tale ending. On the contrary, the journey to healing doesn’t come with ease because the first step you take is actually a fall. At first it feels like you’re slowly drifting in space, no gravity, just drifting through endless blackness. It’s cold. You’re numb and you feel alone. 
This is what I felt like six months ago. There’s an occasional pull from some distant planetary body; other times it can feel like a quantum singularity, a black hole, that just sucks you in. Eventually, the free fall starts to speed up. You realize that you’re actually in the rabbit hole falling endlessly until you get your bearings. Most people start to slow their descent and start to float again slowly; others keep falling aimlessly. Eventually, you hit the bottom of that hole and discover the path to Wonderland.
This is where it gets interesting. You become the proverbial Alice and start to navigate into that first room. You notice the potion and the cookie: Drink Me or Eat Me. More choices for you to take. What the hell do you do? You’re in no mood to eat or drink.
Yet your survival instincts kick in. You do one or the other or both and open the door into Wonderland.
My White Rabbit was/is my therapist. Fuck it. I wasn’t going to take this journey alone. I needed a fucking guide. This Alice was lost and I was at least functional enough to know that I needed help. The irony of it all is that I had trained myself in the arts of human behavioral sciences (a.k.a. Clinical Psychology). I knew all the techniques. I knew all the methodology. But have you ever seen a heart surgeon perform bypass surgery on himself?!
For all the strength and energy I had left – I moved on. I moved forward and I wasn’t going to falter. Some friends tell me I have such incredible willpower and determination that they have faith that I can succeed in whatever I put my mind to. Others can interpret this as stubbornness.
I’d like to attribute it to Hope.
