Comings and Goings

Spain was a good break away from the drama. Distance. Even though there is plenty already between them.

One moment, I feel like I'm better, and the next, I feel like I'm drowning. Every feeling comes back a thousand times worse.

What should she do, she wonders.

Daily reminder

It has been almost 2 months since I last spoke to you. Maybe longer since I saw your face. But it has been only seconds since I last thought of you. 

Days have turned into weeks... and now months. One would think that time has blurred the memories. Why hasn't it? Why is it that the first thought when I wake up is still... you? The last sigh before I drift off to sleep is because of you? The ache I feel, sometimes intense, sometimes dull... it's a reminder of you.

No promises were made, none asked, none given. Yet I feel broken. A little corner in the back of my soul, missing. Lost. Lonely. 

I go about my days in a state of waiting. Waiting for time to pass or waiting for the waves of sadness to leave me. Hoping fervently that today I won't catch myself muffling my silent screams in my pillow, Or turning away so no one sees the tears suddenly slip down my cheeks.

Maybe it was all a dream that felt too real. Too good to be true. 

Maybe all I am missing is you.

Twin 🔥

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Everything changed and everything remains the same.

So strange, to feel... everything. Yet want nothing? To want everything and to feel nothing.

I think... I know you; like the tune of an unsung song, which I can't forget. 

Thought I wanted you, but I guess I need you, now.

Surely, distance breeds distance between souls?

Surely, different lives will help us forget?

Should we fight to forget, or fight to stay? Maybe in the end there will be no choice.

Different lives, dreaming of a fantasy.

Funny. 

I thought I had felt it all and then you come along.

It's not love.

I just hate you, generally.

Close Friends

 All G. 

Close friends it is. 

That's what he said. 

It's decided. It's done. It's over; wait, it never began. Who am I kidding?

Hello's and Goodbyes

 I know what's good for me. I know what I need to be doing. Yet why is it always so difficult to do what needs to be done, even when it concerns the well-being of self?

I think letting go of the feeling of having someone want me is what truly scares me. I am trying to figure my thoughts out. I think what he says half the time is not really real, and doubt seeps into my mind. 

Don't come to visit. Don't make the subsequent goodbyes harder. Don't make me want what I should not have.

It is so true that some hellos are better said in passing. I should not have said hello. 

I really should not have said... Hello.

Love-her

Do married couples go through confused phases? Do they wonder where the sparks went? What doused the fire? The extinguished embers? 

Sitting here on a random Wednesday, I recall details of encounters, secret kisses, and touches that created fire. I am thinking of sweat, musk, sighs, and touches. Rumpled bed sheets and pillows askew, a lukewarm vodka coke sits forgotten on the bedside table. Possessive fingers roam free. Tongues taste sweat. And for a hot couple of hours, reality has been forgotten. 

A body remembers forgotten feelings and begins to crave the intimacy of another. Why did I not realise that fires, once ignited, are hard to put out? Just a little bit of oxygen is enough to fan those embers. 

We are such weak creatures. We have been humbled.

2024 - It has been many years..

 Today, I spoke to someone I used to be obsessed with. Reading back on all the posts on this forum made me remember how crazy I was—crazy about him, crazy in life, crazy in every sense. I mean, I still am sort of crazy, but I had forgotten my past in a sense. 

Swept it under layers of years, experiences, alcohol and drugs. 

I reached out to Coo because I am faced with a dilemma in my life. Interestingly, I am now 7+ years married and living outside Sri Lanka. I live a very comfortable life. Remember how I used to cry and pray for a peaceful life? Well, God certainly gave me a lot of peace. There is so much peace that I am bored to tears. There's no satisfying us humans, is there? We are such fickle, irrational, unrealistic, illogical beings.

In a sense, I recently fucked up. And it made me reflect on how I dated a married guy. It was a lifetime ago, but it happened. My thought process was so black and white then. One was either all in or all out. I was such a child. 

Now that I have experienced life and am a little more experienced, I realise it is not so simple. We humans have complicated desires—physical and mental—complicated wants and needs. And expecting one person to fulfill all those needs is a lot to ask. 

I now question myself, Gurllll, now that you have all the peace and comfort you asked for, why the fuck are you going and intentionally being delusional and creating drama? Am I trying to fuck shit up? Stir the pot? Shit where I eat kinda thing? 

Seriously. Somebody should have hit me hard in the head 10 years ago, maybe it might have knocked some sense into me.

Who knows, I might start journaling here again, I mean I already pay for professional help and that's clearly not really working is it? HAHA