September 17, 2014
I wanted to make this entry an overloaded page of rants and bicker, but, I lost it after my originally drafted 3rd sentence. Thus, the title.
I am negative, bickerish, overly sensitive and observant to the flaws of others. Sure I get irritated at unmet expectations or blurt out things that I do not mean when under the influence of frustration and anger. I curse, a lot! I even get so bemused at my utterly ambiguous decisions sometimes. To finally top it off, I am moody! It's a family trait really. Yes, as cliche as it may sound, that, my friend, is me. But, excuse me for wallowing in my own flaws, that most certainly is not me... entirely.
On a lighter note, here are the other percentage of me. I am a closet geek. I find bookworms, computer game enthusiasts and cos-players totally bad ass! I love movies except horrifying thrillers. I am trypophobic. I am awkward, according to my friends. I am highly vigilant to boys in general. I love raw Spam. I laugh easily. I was, for a brief time, secretly infatuated with Adolf Hitler and his psychotic charisma. Thus, I am weird... still according to my friends. I drink, oh hell, I drink a lot! I do not drink on down times, I've always believed that alcohol should be a medium for celebration not frustration. I do not hide what I feel, no matter how utterly awkward and deal-breaker-ish it may become. I have always imagined a Truman Show-ish life, so, once in a while, I would glance at some empty space and smile, as if it were directed to someone. I always have snide jokes on every occasion. I can be green as well. I love to read, and that innate feeling of having been sucked into that fictional world has always been the primary reason why I do. I obsess with things, I talk about it every time until I suck out other people's interest toward such. I love music, in fact, I love it so much, I do not want to share it with anyone else. I have always believed that I'm initially fun to be with, so, of course, I most certainly choose my friends. I am very emotional, yes, raw, unmitigated, unrated emotions.
Meanwhile, these are the things that aren't me. I am not a cheat. Yup! I had to place this first because this is the one thing that I am most certainly not. I do not resort to an easy solution to a much bigger problem. I do not forgive easily, nor do I forgive because you asked for it. I do not wallow into the carnal pleasures of the flesh so easily. I do not leave an issue unresolved overnight. I do not lie for the sake of longing company or fear of being left behind. I do not let others hold accountability to my own negligence. I do not want to beg for things that I do not want. I, most certainly, do not tolerate anything that's against my morals.
So, you cannot imagine my disappointment when he finally told me the reasons why he left. Of the 3 above-drafted paragraphs, his reasons for leaving only parred the shortest one.
In all honesty (which I believe is also a trait that I possess), I was not mad. Disappointed, yes. Because I have finally arrived at the conclusion that I have, most certainly, lost him.
I still like to believe that he loved me, just, not me... entirely. I was so ready to settle down since day one, never did I think of even backing out. But, may his reasons really be the ones that he mentioned or there might have been a bigger catalyst to this demise, I can definitely say that, I now know him... entirely.
He was not ready and yes, most people might query why he proposed, even I, but the main thing there was, he was not ready to embrace my entirety.
The love that he had for me had limitations and it would seem unfair having to win him back, when, he himself is trying to pull away. It's ironic really, it was always him who was fond of reading and watching "advise" articles and films (on the law of attraction, getting rich, paleo-diet or living a healthy lifestyle, and even on relationships), but it was, surprisingly, not him who took it in practice.
Early this year, we had ourselves enrolled at a 3 day 2 nights retreat for couples who, literally, wanted to "discover each other" before finally resorting to marital conjugation. There had been numerous sessions and testimonies from different (couple) accounts. Although in all fairness, I have learned a lot, but he seemed to have enjoyed the experience a lot more than I have. It was such a beautiful feeling as we weren't really the type who'd share our undertakings and romance to a bunch of random couples. It's just sad that, while I thought he had learned a lot, he actually was the one who threw all his learnings into, for lack of better metaphors, waste.
I was so ready to run home to him. He was, after all, my favorite console. But he had barricaded himself so thickly that having to push farther through to him, to win him back, only made me grow weary.
He was not afraid of a lot of things. That alone made me the luckiest girl in the world! And, oh did he wear that courage like a medal on an Admiral's chest! Apparently, I have now discovered the one thing he feared the most.
I've lost him because he became the one thing that he claimed he was not all his life... he coward-out.
It was not my battle anymore.