I have never hated parting with someone so much as I do with him.
Never in my life have I felt such sorrow upon a happy goodbye. Normally, saying goodbye is awkward or nothing for me. I usually only get sad if it were a break up or after a fight or something. However, with him... any and every goodbye hurts.
I am not sure if I am just this attached or if it is something different. I've felt it since our second official date.
It's as if I'm having something taken from me. Like I've left something behind. My only reconciliation is knowing it is simply temporary.
Until now, I have never experienced "missing someone so much that it hurts". I thought I had... I mean I have in those who have passed on.... but not with the living.
To miss someone when they're with you...knowing at some point they must go. To hate separating so much it makes your heart ache, even to the point of years.
What does this mean? Am I broken? Dependent? In love? Wanting something, thus I ache more over that which could have been but will never be because they're now gone? Are we Soulmates?
Maybe the latter, if you believe in that kind of thing. Makes me think of a Nicholas Sparks quote...
"The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come."
Seems pretty fitting. Though, I am getting a little ahead of myself. I am merely just questioning why I ache so much from our goodbyes...it is so unusual for me.
I feel that parting hurts because I have never felt so comfortable with a guy. I have never opened up tonsgguy who wasn't willing to manipulate me using the newly gained knowledge. I have let my guard down in many areas that I have NEVER have before. I have a level of trust and mutual respect with him that I have been yearning for for years. He is the type of friend and lover that I have never had but always wanted. It allows me to feel a sense of completeness because I have searched so long for someone to prove to me that it is okay to just be me. No apologies needed.
So, maybe that's why. He is what I have needed for a long time and.because of that, I have been able to allow myself to experience new things. To improve myself. To help myself get back to the me in used to be. I have, for the first time ever, a partner who is supportive but also desires to know everything about me. It makes me feel significant. He has given me value that I have not felt in years.
I guess saying goodbye leaves me with the fear that my value could slip away just as easily as he does.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
I'm on a blog kick.
I forgot how good this felt. Just to type my thoughts out, even if they are terribly disorganized. I have a few blogs in mind to write, things I've been wanting to write about or a bit.
Right now I don't exactly have the time to do so. Nonetheless, it's nice to be back into the blogging world.
Right now I don't exactly have the time to do so. Nonetheless, it's nice to be back into the blogging world.
Difficulty.
I really need to work on my ability to communicate my feelings towards other people. Specifically love.
I used to preach, and practice such, always telling others how much you love them. I try my best to SHOW others that I love them. I try to be supportive in every way that I can, to defend them, to be there when I am needed....however, saying "I love you" is quite a struggle.
It seems that this is less of a problem when it comes to telling romantic relationships, as it is to telling friends or family.
I used to never have this issue. In fact, as a child, I literally could not sleep or would have nightmares if I did not tell someone I loved them (and it be returned) before I slept. It was part of my routine, whether I was parting with a friend, ending a phone call, leaving the house or going to bed. Everyone had to know that I do not take their presence for granted--that I appreciate every moment with them, that I love them dearly.
In recent times, I am afraid to say such things or I feel awkward about it. I think this is the case because I am no longer around a lot of people who are open about expressing their feelings--at least when it comes to my friends. As far as family, I have no issue telling my dad's family members that I love them. Sometimes, if there has been a large gap in seeing them, it feels awkward but I say it nonetheless. I can't remember the last time saying "I love you" to my mom's family came with ease.
I think this started once I entered middle school. When I started to hate myself, I wouldn't convey my love because I was numb to everything and if someone told me they loved me I resented them for it. I was not worthy of love in my eyes, thanks to the many people who rammed that idea into my head. I started to drift from telling friends I loved them. My I love yous decreased with my brother because he was extremely distant. My mother would get mad when I went downstairs to say goodnight, so the "goodnight, I love you" phrases stopped. I had no support from my immediate family, therefore it felt out of place.
Since then, mom's family has grown and I see them once to twice a year--minus my grandparents or one of my aunts/uncles. No one exchanges I love yous. It is easier to tell my grandparents I love them than it is my own mom--even though I live with her. It's like an unspoken agreement.
I hear her tell her best friend, friend's kids, coworkers...that she loves them--but it is a rarity that it is ever said to me or my brother.
This is a huge problem. I know that it goes both ways....but I do find this to be a huge flaw in my character. I am going back on my word. I try to show the whole world that it is loved...but i exclude some of those close to me because of my own awkwardness and fear of it being unrequited.
That will be my goal, to tell more people I love them. Also, maybe give out more compliments...I always keep my good thoughts to myself.
I used to preach, and practice such, always telling others how much you love them. I try my best to SHOW others that I love them. I try to be supportive in every way that I can, to defend them, to be there when I am needed....however, saying "I love you" is quite a struggle.
It seems that this is less of a problem when it comes to telling romantic relationships, as it is to telling friends or family.
I used to never have this issue. In fact, as a child, I literally could not sleep or would have nightmares if I did not tell someone I loved them (and it be returned) before I slept. It was part of my routine, whether I was parting with a friend, ending a phone call, leaving the house or going to bed. Everyone had to know that I do not take their presence for granted--that I appreciate every moment with them, that I love them dearly.
In recent times, I am afraid to say such things or I feel awkward about it. I think this is the case because I am no longer around a lot of people who are open about expressing their feelings--at least when it comes to my friends. As far as family, I have no issue telling my dad's family members that I love them. Sometimes, if there has been a large gap in seeing them, it feels awkward but I say it nonetheless. I can't remember the last time saying "I love you" to my mom's family came with ease.
I think this started once I entered middle school. When I started to hate myself, I wouldn't convey my love because I was numb to everything and if someone told me they loved me I resented them for it. I was not worthy of love in my eyes, thanks to the many people who rammed that idea into my head. I started to drift from telling friends I loved them. My I love yous decreased with my brother because he was extremely distant. My mother would get mad when I went downstairs to say goodnight, so the "goodnight, I love you" phrases stopped. I had no support from my immediate family, therefore it felt out of place.
Since then, mom's family has grown and I see them once to twice a year--minus my grandparents or one of my aunts/uncles. No one exchanges I love yous. It is easier to tell my grandparents I love them than it is my own mom--even though I live with her. It's like an unspoken agreement.
I hear her tell her best friend, friend's kids, coworkers...that she loves them--but it is a rarity that it is ever said to me or my brother.
This is a huge problem. I know that it goes both ways....but I do find this to be a huge flaw in my character. I am going back on my word. I try to show the whole world that it is loved...but i exclude some of those close to me because of my own awkwardness and fear of it being unrequited.
That will be my goal, to tell more people I love them. Also, maybe give out more compliments...I always keep my good thoughts to myself.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Realizing I'm more closed off than I ever thought.
It's so damn hard to be vulnerable.
To seriously let you in my head. How can I allow that when the thoughts and actions I do allow to be seen or heard always cause problems? How can I portray my feelings or concerns when I can't be critical when I need to be. Why open up my mind if I can't even openly joke or if I'm expected to be happy all of the time.
It's difficult to be open with anyone. Having friends and family who expect me to be in the perfect mood all the time and if I am not then I am reprimanded for such. Having a boyfriend who doesn't expect the perfect mood all the time (which is phenomenal) but expects me to be open enough to speak of my problems and wants me to loosen up and be goofy--but every single time I have been in an open, jokey mood--I end up crying or being hurt because I get snapped at because something I joked about sets him off unexpectedly. Makes it difficult to feel comfortable enough to have fun or to come to him if I have a problem pertaining to HIM (anything else is fine) because who knows if he will be too sensitive to it. Not to say that I don't have fun with my boyfriend--because I do. Not to say that my family is inconsiderate when I'm not happy, but it happens a lot.
I have to take precaution when I talk all of the time because of being interrupted, having no response, or being misinterpreted/offended by such. So, what can I do? Stay quiet? That is usually my go to method of dealing with such troubles. That doesn't mean that any issues at hand are not to be addressed with family, friends, or my boyfriend. I tend to stay quiet and in my head because I am finding my footing. I need to find the right words to convey my feelings over a situation or to clarify one of my actions. Sometimes, I'll figure this out days after an incident. Then I cling to those thoughts until they will be useful again in a recurring event.
You really want to know what goes on in my head? It's a damn mess. Trying to sort for the right words all of the time--both good and bad. I overwhelm myself with my emotions. I have such heightened feelings towards people, sometimes my head is just filled with the nicest things in the world about them and I won't say a single word. Why? Because I've found that people don't appreciate it at times or they don't listen. They don't grasp their own damn beauty and it frustrates me. Sometimes, it's because I'm scared to admit how much I care because allowing that to happen means I am opening up myself for potential pain. I have opened up to people in the past and had that used against me in many ways.
Occasionally, I'm in my head reminiscing about old memories. Stories I wish to tell but don't for fear that words will fall flat to the ears--lack of comprehension of the significance of the event. Other times, I spend my time contemplating things such as life, afterlife, human interaction, biological processes, wants, and fears.
More often than not, all of these are going on all at the same time. How am I to answer, "what are you thinking about?" If I'm thinking about the complexity of apoptosis, ways to make my mom feel appreciated, the way it feels when I glimpse my boyfriend watching me from my periphery, and what I want to achieve in life.
It's a difficult task. I don't mind to let people in my head. If I did, then I'd not blog on here or on tumblr. It's a matter of whether or not it is safe for me to convey such things, if I am thinking of one specific thing verses many, and whether or not the thought I'm having is worth saying aloud.
It's something I should work on, specifically when it comes to when I am upset. I will eventually speak my mind if I don't think my feelings are negligible. It just may take time because I have to think out what I say. But, I am not going to say how I feel about something (when upset) if I don't feel that I'm going to be listened to...or if I feel that it will just make things worse--i'd rather take criticism than dish it out.
blah what a messy blog.
On the bright side, since I have met my boyfriend, I have become more apt to allow others to help me with my burdens. That's one area I am very open minded with--if I have a bad day...I let my boyfriend know and I accept whatever help he may offer. It's a nice feeling to have someone to fall back on when things become too stressful. I've been a little better with my family as well, but they often don't care to hear about my day unless I am distraught...so that area is still a work in progress. Hopefully I can let down some guard and just completely be me...and whatever happens, happens.
To seriously let you in my head. How can I allow that when the thoughts and actions I do allow to be seen or heard always cause problems? How can I portray my feelings or concerns when I can't be critical when I need to be. Why open up my mind if I can't even openly joke or if I'm expected to be happy all of the time.
It's difficult to be open with anyone. Having friends and family who expect me to be in the perfect mood all the time and if I am not then I am reprimanded for such. Having a boyfriend who doesn't expect the perfect mood all the time (which is phenomenal) but expects me to be open enough to speak of my problems and wants me to loosen up and be goofy--but every single time I have been in an open, jokey mood--I end up crying or being hurt because I get snapped at because something I joked about sets him off unexpectedly. Makes it difficult to feel comfortable enough to have fun or to come to him if I have a problem pertaining to HIM (anything else is fine) because who knows if he will be too sensitive to it. Not to say that I don't have fun with my boyfriend--because I do. Not to say that my family is inconsiderate when I'm not happy, but it happens a lot.
I have to take precaution when I talk all of the time because of being interrupted, having no response, or being misinterpreted/offended by such. So, what can I do? Stay quiet? That is usually my go to method of dealing with such troubles. That doesn't mean that any issues at hand are not to be addressed with family, friends, or my boyfriend. I tend to stay quiet and in my head because I am finding my footing. I need to find the right words to convey my feelings over a situation or to clarify one of my actions. Sometimes, I'll figure this out days after an incident. Then I cling to those thoughts until they will be useful again in a recurring event.
You really want to know what goes on in my head? It's a damn mess. Trying to sort for the right words all of the time--both good and bad. I overwhelm myself with my emotions. I have such heightened feelings towards people, sometimes my head is just filled with the nicest things in the world about them and I won't say a single word. Why? Because I've found that people don't appreciate it at times or they don't listen. They don't grasp their own damn beauty and it frustrates me. Sometimes, it's because I'm scared to admit how much I care because allowing that to happen means I am opening up myself for potential pain. I have opened up to people in the past and had that used against me in many ways.
Occasionally, I'm in my head reminiscing about old memories. Stories I wish to tell but don't for fear that words will fall flat to the ears--lack of comprehension of the significance of the event. Other times, I spend my time contemplating things such as life, afterlife, human interaction, biological processes, wants, and fears.
More often than not, all of these are going on all at the same time. How am I to answer, "what are you thinking about?" If I'm thinking about the complexity of apoptosis, ways to make my mom feel appreciated, the way it feels when I glimpse my boyfriend watching me from my periphery, and what I want to achieve in life.
It's a difficult task. I don't mind to let people in my head. If I did, then I'd not blog on here or on tumblr. It's a matter of whether or not it is safe for me to convey such things, if I am thinking of one specific thing verses many, and whether or not the thought I'm having is worth saying aloud.
It's something I should work on, specifically when it comes to when I am upset. I will eventually speak my mind if I don't think my feelings are negligible. It just may take time because I have to think out what I say. But, I am not going to say how I feel about something (when upset) if I don't feel that I'm going to be listened to...or if I feel that it will just make things worse--i'd rather take criticism than dish it out.
blah what a messy blog.
On the bright side, since I have met my boyfriend, I have become more apt to allow others to help me with my burdens. That's one area I am very open minded with--if I have a bad day...I let my boyfriend know and I accept whatever help he may offer. It's a nice feeling to have someone to fall back on when things become too stressful. I've been a little better with my family as well, but they often don't care to hear about my day unless I am distraught...so that area is still a work in progress. Hopefully I can let down some guard and just completely be me...and whatever happens, happens.
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