Waiting for him to call like usual. Didn’t we just go over this? I could have sworn he agreed to my list of demands, upon my agreeing to be with him again. If I didn’t love the kid-
This is my last year here; I am to be there for him, to show him what love means, to be there for him and to comfort him, to show and teach… and to keep myself in check. Keep myself closed off towards him, and to deal with my anxiety on my own time. To show him how happy he makes me, and to stow away the negative, So that I don’t add to his burden.
I know that leaving this place will be difficult; I didn’t think it would happen, but this place has become like a home- Not to say that I’m not ready to run, because I’m always ready…
“Click.”
“Hello, my name is Brit Lang, and I am calling on behalf of Qwest-” “Click.”
“Alright, well Qwest does value your buissness and as your full service communications network we are here for you anytime and can be reached at 1 800 503 0309, Thank you.”
“Click.”
I will not text him. I will not- Text him? No. I don’t need him. Last time it hurt so bad, and through that I learned that I don’t need anyone. Everyone leaves, it’s a part of life, apart of the cycle. It’s not my place to be needy here, I’m supposed to be doing this for him. I want to do this for him. I am not needy. 2 whole months in between, without any sign of his existence, (or his care about my own, for that matter,) I was just fine-
Granted, anxiety attacks with detached sense of value, feeling completely pathetic and weak- I never asked for help, I didn’t. I don’t want to need. And I know that I am human, only human, even if at times I tend to resent that.. He is human too.
Understanding someone to the point where you realize that they are just human, where you accept that they are just like you, With their insecurities, vulnerabilities,
Where you accept and understand them in realizing that their faults are much like that of your own.
It feels dangerous, But logically…
I think it means we’re close, and maybe that’s just me justifying what I’m doing, which again, doesn’t make too much sense; I can’t be apart of this and not attach myself to some extent. Being close automatically puts up a red flag- saying “RUN.” On the Brightside, he loves me for what little he knows, and I love him for all that I do know, and I feel in control because I’m the one being strong for the both of us, and if I don’t let him in on a deeper level, I never have to hurt.
He has no idea- because we hardly ever talk.. Even though that was the one thing I really wanted, at the time when I felt being assertive was the only way to go, benefiting us both and just.. Saving time. I wanted him to communicate with me. Why won the call me and give me some excuse? I wonder what it’d be this time..
“Click.”
“Hi, My name is-”
“Click.”
I wonder what ever happened to Kevin..
After calling and leaving numerous (un returned) messages I gave up.
What else could I do? Keep apologizing to a ring tone?
Not two weeks ago, I was in his arms, feeling safe, secure, feeling valued. Two weeks ago we’d fall asleep to the sound of each others breathing-
Until, Brad came back into the picture, and I’d admitted to them that I needed time, not knowing what I wanted, and with keeping myself in check, not wanting to bounce from person to person until I was really ready- and could honestly and wholeheartedly commit to one person-
After rationalizing time and time again, I knew that I still loved Brad, But.. Was I “in love” with him? Or had I fallen out, after numbing off my feeling, somehow stopped? And where would that have left Kevin?After all, I had been his 1st kiss (and he, mine,)
I had been the 1st person he had cared about, like Brad had been mine- I didn’t plan on leaving Kevin in the dark when I had said that I needed time..
I was unprepared to hurt anyone involved, and was ready to step out of the situation as a whole until I had my head figured out, and my heart in place.
Kevin hasn’t called in 2 weeks. I miss him. His scent, His warmth, his lips. I miss feeling valued, feeling beautiful, I miss.. Him.
My thoughts are everything but concluded.
To be cont.