Good morning bloggers
It’s very nearly time to get up and face the day. And how I wish I didn’t have to.
I slept on the floor last night because the couch isn’t comfortable for two. And because I couldn’t not sleep in his arms.
But, how I love couches. Everything was perfect – we decided to watch Van Helsing – which, btw, is the highest budget B-movie I’ve ever seen in my life – and we were curled up together on the couch being happy.
Then something shifted and I started playin the games I used to play with dan. The mind games where, for some reason, I get this huge, huge pleasure out of hurting him mentally. And I just kept pushing until we both ended up hurting lotses. I sometimes wish Dan could share some of the secrets of survival with the people I’m with. Then I realize how insensitive that would be and how he would never ever do that because he still wants me to come home.
Guppie pointed out that, theoretically I could call Dan at nearly any point and beg and be with him until the day I died. I don’t know if that would work, in practice, but it certainly makes Gup nervous. :/
It just makes me sad. I don’t want him to hurt for me anymore. I want us to be happy friends and hang out and be wonderful together. But – as Dan has rightly pointed out in the past – we’ll never be just friends. There’s just too much past and too much love for that.
So… Couches are wonderful places. You can blog on iPhones from them. You can kiss your lover on them. You can nearly break your own heart on them. You can rest you feet when they sting from running barefoot down the cold wet road in front of your house at 1am.
You can build real love – that doesn’t just go skin deep – and overcome ( or try to overcome, at least ) your fear of loss of interest and rejection and abandonment and make something real. And for that opportunity, at this moment in history, with the man that’s sleeping next to me, I thank you.
I thank you, Dan, Kevin, Jon…
Thank you for letting me go. Even of you didn’t want to. Even if you didn’t mean to. Even if I didn’t want you to.
I love you, Dan. You’re the only thing I don’t regret.
xxdruxx