read old posts. remember how good it was.
jarr tells me ill have that again. my mom says, while watching sound of music on christmas, i want that for you girls, that kind of love, and i lose it, i completely bawl.
i dont think ill ever have it again. and thats okay, right?
i tell jarr, when people say its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all...theyre wrong. if you have that love, and lose it, there is nothing that can happen to make it better. youve known love, and that kind of love doesnt come around again.
Monday, January 3, 2011
lose your love
i havent written in weeks, not since ive been home. everything has distracted and overwhelmed and overstimulated and when i go to write anything it comes out some mess of emotion and i just start crying, kind of like im doing now, cause youre not here and it just doesnt make sense.
ive never been here before.
ive never, never, even those lonely months in san francisco, those weeks, months, those times id call people and think, if i get another voicemail im totally going to lose it, if i have to spend another night driving around with no where to go, no one to call, no money, that feeling of failing ( except that i had you), i never felt so out of place, out of sorts. nothing has made as little sense as it does right now.
i belong nowhere right now. i am aimless, wandering, i have so many options its frightening, as much as i tell myself this is all temporary i cant help feeling completely lost and out of control. the new year hits and i try not to think about it. i try not to think about what this year has been, what has happened, what it has changed in me. i try not to think about all the promises i made last new years, how different it all was, how last year i was in love and smiling so hard and thinking, this is it, it doesnt get better than this.
i run the streets of san francisco but everything feels dead here. everyone looks the same and i want to say that everything feels the same, because in a sense it does, nothing has changed, except that its all different; my friends are all gone, i dont have an apartment here, the other night i literally leave the hemlock and give him our old address before i remember i dont live there anymore, were not together anymore. i tell jarr as we get serious (and im afraid, cause we dont do this much), when i left, we were all here; ames, jo, liv, us, i was in the best relationship of my life. and i come back, and those people are gone, that relationship doesnt exist. its as small as the liquor store guy on geary saying long time no see, where have you guys been, did you move? and i smile, laugh, as i leave, no, i moved, he moved, its not us anymore. its just me. he seems sad about it, sad that things changed, i pat him on the back and say, dont worry, ill be alright.
this city, its not mine, its not ours, we dont live here anymore and thats been completely earth shattering for me. i cant live in sf again, not now, i dont know if i can live here ever, i dont know if this place will ever be safe for me.
i talk to r, a boy from home, that had driven me back to my grandmas house and sat outside it drinking icees with me at 2am and i told him that san francisco felt like regressing, and we hadnt even talked in years, maybe 5, maybe since high school and he just looked at me, across the front seat, heater blasting, and said, exactly, regressing, you cant go back there, it doesnt make sense to you there anymore. and i had barely told him anything about it, hadnt told him about the relationship ending and i dont want to use that as an excuse, because ultimately its not just that. its..
well, its me. its me now. its just me. and i dont fit here anymore. i want to make something for myself on my own and i cant do that here. on any given block i run into our old life and i have to get out of it, grow over it, move on. being back has changed me too. its reminded me why i left and let me know that what i thought i was coming back to isnt a city or a person or a life, its options, opportunities, beginnings.
its the scariest/saddest night of my life. im back in the states, something i had wanted for so long and im alone, im more lonely than i had felt in south america, thousands of miles away. its the only thing that feels normal. missing you is beginning to feel normal. being without you is starting to feel normal. its like i had to come home to understand. its like coming home was understanding its time to make a new home.
ive never been here before.
ive never, never, even those lonely months in san francisco, those weeks, months, those times id call people and think, if i get another voicemail im totally going to lose it, if i have to spend another night driving around with no where to go, no one to call, no money, that feeling of failing ( except that i had you), i never felt so out of place, out of sorts. nothing has made as little sense as it does right now.
i belong nowhere right now. i am aimless, wandering, i have so many options its frightening, as much as i tell myself this is all temporary i cant help feeling completely lost and out of control. the new year hits and i try not to think about it. i try not to think about what this year has been, what has happened, what it has changed in me. i try not to think about all the promises i made last new years, how different it all was, how last year i was in love and smiling so hard and thinking, this is it, it doesnt get better than this.
i run the streets of san francisco but everything feels dead here. everyone looks the same and i want to say that everything feels the same, because in a sense it does, nothing has changed, except that its all different; my friends are all gone, i dont have an apartment here, the other night i literally leave the hemlock and give him our old address before i remember i dont live there anymore, were not together anymore. i tell jarr as we get serious (and im afraid, cause we dont do this much), when i left, we were all here; ames, jo, liv, us, i was in the best relationship of my life. and i come back, and those people are gone, that relationship doesnt exist. its as small as the liquor store guy on geary saying long time no see, where have you guys been, did you move? and i smile, laugh, as i leave, no, i moved, he moved, its not us anymore. its just me. he seems sad about it, sad that things changed, i pat him on the back and say, dont worry, ill be alright.
this city, its not mine, its not ours, we dont live here anymore and thats been completely earth shattering for me. i cant live in sf again, not now, i dont know if i can live here ever, i dont know if this place will ever be safe for me.
i talk to r, a boy from home, that had driven me back to my grandmas house and sat outside it drinking icees with me at 2am and i told him that san francisco felt like regressing, and we hadnt even talked in years, maybe 5, maybe since high school and he just looked at me, across the front seat, heater blasting, and said, exactly, regressing, you cant go back there, it doesnt make sense to you there anymore. and i had barely told him anything about it, hadnt told him about the relationship ending and i dont want to use that as an excuse, because ultimately its not just that. its..
well, its me. its me now. its just me. and i dont fit here anymore. i want to make something for myself on my own and i cant do that here. on any given block i run into our old life and i have to get out of it, grow over it, move on. being back has changed me too. its reminded me why i left and let me know that what i thought i was coming back to isnt a city or a person or a life, its options, opportunities, beginnings.
its the scariest/saddest night of my life. im back in the states, something i had wanted for so long and im alone, im more lonely than i had felt in south america, thousands of miles away. its the only thing that feels normal. missing you is beginning to feel normal. being without you is starting to feel normal. its like i had to come home to understand. its like coming home was understanding its time to make a new home.
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