There was a time, long ago, and a time, long in the future, when I believed there was a person for me in both.
I chose yesterday to believe I would realise who that person is.
I fully believed that person is you.
Luckily for you, I know who I am, know that I’ve believed too many times to want to recall that I would change and haven’t changed.
I’ve cared about your wellbeing, always glad to see your friends step up and visit you when you were ill.
I didn’t expect someone as beautiful, smart, loving and caring as you to walk into my life.
I’ve never felt I deserved you as a friend, never understood why you’ve chosen to stay in contact with me.
I am a terrible person.
I am full of self-hatred.
My wife validates my self-hatred.
I’ve wanted to love myself and you give me every reason to believe I can, allowing me to mentally free myself and believe there is any chance I could be someone else.
But today, when I sat down to figure out how to live by myself financially, I realised first, that I’ve never lived alone and second, I don’t want to end up like Nats, alone, miserable and not giving a fuck about the world.
You have a nice house, a husband who cooks for you.
Why did I think your friendship was more than caring for a fellow human?…why did I substitute your friendship for something that I wanted, not what you wanted?
When did I believe our roleplaying was real?
When did I mix up my thoughts?
Last night, I stood back and looked at the smiling faces taking dance lessons. I saw the success you’ve achieved, how much I’ve wanted to feel like I was somehow associated with it and realised I’ve lied to myself. You are naturally a successful person, I just happen to be around in your life as you’re climbing the ladder of success.
The old cause-and-effect correlation fallacy at work in my thoughts.
I apologise for making assumptions.
I don’t believe you ever read these blog entries so I can freely write them to you and not worry about hurting you.
You have inspired me to write them for years now.
Every time I have gotten this close to believing there is something between us that makes starting a new life worth trying, I have written a narrative reason for backing out.
This time, I pushed so far as to talk about divorce with my wife, which, no matter what, has planted seeds of doubt in her thoughts for the rest of our lives together, causing irreparable damage.
But I was willing to take that risk.
I’m still moving forward but I’m scared out of my wits.
I’m afraid that I’ll fall and no one will be there to support me this time as my wife has done for decades and my parents/sibling before that.
Why I fell in love with you the first time I heard your voice, I cannot say with certainty.
Why you’d want me in your life is even less clear.
I’m standing here because I still love you.
That hasn’t changed.
If our separate artistic independence spirits have any chance for compatibility, I don’t know and that’s okay.
We’re not lovers and may never be.
We’re friends for whom time has no meaning.