All your life you’re taught to believe in this fake romantic way of love. You want it so bad because that’s what you see in movies and books, but never in real life. There is never a mutual attraction. One side loves more than the other, always. And you know why; because people want a challenge. Especially good-looking people who can only strive to have the best. We cannot settle for second and definitely not third best. We probably don’t even know when our equal comes along because were too busy chasing the impossible.
Now what do you do when you’ve been chasing the impossible for too long? You have to begin to understand how to let go. And that’s where I am stuck. I know I have to let go, but it’s the hardest thing I’ve yet to be up against. This is mostly because I’ve invested around 3 years of my young adult life into making this relationship work. I know I’ve made up reasons in my head as to why I should forgive him all the time. But it comes down to me being unsatisfied. I’m identifying that emotion within myself all the time and have always since the day I’ve been with him. Some how I thought I was better than other girls he’d been with. I thought I was the girl who could make him settle down. And they on purpose try to make you think that those fuckers I swear. I am a strong person, and to escape this hold I’m under I have to summon all the strength that exist within my soul. I had never been with someone for such a long time before, and the longer you spend with someone; the harder it is to forget them. The worst part is that he is physically the perfect attraction for me, so anyone else I meet with the slightest flaw, I mark as unworthy, because he is better than everyone, on the outside that is. I guess that’s pretty shallow, but attraction is important. I refuse to sell myself short. I have learned a lot from his company, like learning how to compromise and think things through, even though he probably didn’t deserve it. I know we will always be friends and almost family, but I’ll never get over my desire to have his children until I find an equally appealing competitor.
I try to analyze and think about what this experience means in my life, within the grand scheme of things. I know I am very young and will have many other heartbreaks such as this one. I guess this proves to myself that I really can be in love with someone, even if they are not in love with me, which is usually how it goes for everyone on this poor planet for the majority of there young lives. It’s strange I am so young yet I fall in love with men, around 28 years old. For the record I am currently 20 soon to be 21 in the coming year. This makes sense because boys are immature, and actually so are men, but they are just a tad bit more grown up.
So maybe the time is just not right for me right now. Maybe right now I’m supposed to be free and alone. I’m okay with that on some level, but on an animalistic level I need a lover, and not just any lover. I need someone who is willing to know my needs and can make me comfortable. Maybe I ask for too much. Maybe I should just be a loveless free spirit that no one can tie down. Maybe I can build myself up to being the most desired being that no one can ever get because I am sacred.
And still no matter how much rationalizing I tell myself, I still deep down love him. No part of my brain can try to convince me otherwise, because that’s how strong my love is for him. My brain cannot fathom why I love him the way I do and my heart is way to strong or stubborn to even give my brain a chance to speak its mind. This is what I’ve been struggling with now for quite some time, yet my heart always wins. Does that mean I am an emotional being; yes. I like being this person, but in these situations I wish I could be different. We cannot change who we truly are though. Either one-day my efforts will pay off, or else I will find someone better. Until then, I live day to day with what I have.