I was hoping he'd say something along the lines of "You just wait, you are the best thing ever, he will come soon, and he better hop to it on account of your awesome loving won't stay unloved for long." He said, and I quote, "You have your tattoos, hehehe."
I'm hurting here, fool. I could use some cheering up. Oh fuck it, feel free to sound distracted while you're dispensing with the fake encouragement, yes I'm still talking to you J, but I need to hear it from you. We were together for five years. And I don't know what it is, but I have this feeling, this gnawing gut feeling that I can count on you for a valid reassurance, perhaps a validating reassurance that everything will be alright.
Keep your panties on, love. I am not interested in you as a lover anymore. You were some of the best years of my life, but I have moved on. I have. I am rather pleased to the tits when you told me you got married to her. I imagine the doves shitting on your wedding cake, for it was a Real Ceremony with the bells and whistles and secret disputes over how ugly the other family is, and how both sides wish the baby gets most of its features from them because that is just the right and proper thing for the little bundle of shit.
Yeah, please do not let that bitch mouth you into submission. You are the head of your acceptable family, J, and you keep it that way. When push comes to shove, and her nagging has risen to four frightening octaves, punch her on the boobs and cram that breast pump down her throat. That will shut her up, for sure. Show her who's boss.
Anyway.
I meant to say that I am happy for you, but I need you to tell me that everything's going to be alright. Need is a big word, and it is just the right size.I wanted you to tell me that there is some one out there for me, which is exactly what everybody has been telling me that it's rather ridiculous, but it means something coming from you. You know me. And by that, I mean you really know me.
I am exceedingly orgasmic that we are friends again, but I kind of hate you and your bad jokes. However, I did not expect what you texted next.
Andito naman ako eh. Magkaibigan naman tayo, diba? Alam ko naman mabait ka. Hindi kita kinalimutan. Ikaw lang ang kumalimot, tama ba?
"I'm here. We are friends, right? I know you're a good person. I will always remember you even if it seemed like you forgot about me."
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| My two exes. The ex-lover and the ex-cat. And by ex-cat I mean he died in December 2013. I miss the cat more. |
This is exactly the validating reassurance that only your ex can promise. This, here, is what the ex is for. I do not wish to enlarge on this no more, for my panties are moist again, and I need a quick change. I'm okay now.
Perspective. That's what this affords us. A method of empathizing, but only because we've been there, we've done that, we've dealt with the same overwhelmingly debilitating surge of emotions, only maybe in different forms, periods, or variations.
ReplyDeleteHow ironically appropriate for him to dilute the gravity of the situation into a nonchalant, almost dismissive, comedic reply. But there are certain lines that cannot be crossed, given the predicament. It boils down to wanting to be there, but knowing that he's in a different place in his life. That extending an arm to assist may take away from the expected happiness he is backstroking in in lieu of his recent matrimony.
But, nonetheless, it was a well-meaning gesture.
We can't always have what we want, at the very moment we want it. That is a dead-on, undeniable, bland and cold fact. If we did, the world would be a big euphoric mess. You see, discontent fuels progress. Unhappiness is the drive that compels us to seek better shores, higher salaries, more comfortable digs, and an awkwardly unsymmetrical sense of self-worth.
We thrive on dissonance, because the struggle is worth it. Although, arguably, this worth will only be realized and appreciated when the objective is actually achieved. Risking to sound preachy and tokenist, you'll get through this. Or, at the very least, it will change you. And change, as scary and daunting as it may seem at times, is always a positive force.
Right?
If cats live forever, you probably wouldn't have written this post.
ReplyDeleteOh you guys. I am exceedingly grateful to finally have comments in here again. It felt like a house that has been aired out, dusted away, sterilized, and is once again live-able. I am thankful, really, for the gesture, Red and Andoy. It feels a lot. It feels a lot like choking, actually, not on my tears, but on a dick. I feel like a pornstar now, and I meant that in a good way.
ReplyDeleteWhatever. I know you two get me, and I love you kindly for that.
Red -- You lost me at debilitating. And I rather missed your thesaurus-y way of writing. Thank you!
Andoy -- Ay madre mio, hijo de la graaaan puta! You took the time! You took the time! Tangina Glen, this means a lot, alam mo na kung bakit, pero thanks ah! Nag-moist ako bigla, di pa man din ako prepared! Well, you could be partly in the right. Prince braved me through a mess of bad decisions, and I sorely miss that little motherfucker. I will have written this regardless. What J said meant a lot to me, because it came from him, because he was, is my first love, because I never expected something like that from him, because... wait. I forgot to put my nipple tape on. My tits are rather inconsolable these days.
But seriously you guys. Thank you.
Muahness from Pasig Cirehhhh!