I look at you, our friendship started as our relationship ended… it’s hard being your friend, too many wounds, to no fault of your own, I know, you also have your wounds, deep, they run so deep, both of us with our wounds, craving closeness, craving commitment that would give us security, craving that special connection, and we had it, but we kept bringing out deepest wounds from the past into or present, ruining what could be amazing… I love you so much is crazy, it drives me mad, the feeling I have with you is insane, out of this world, its so crazy that I’m even scared of it, its like an addiction, its way to crazy. Who I am ceases to exist, instead I turn myself into something else, beyond this world, all it is, is feeling, I have no thoughts or anything, just deep feelings… but you bring the darkest, and the lightest of feelings. The way you are, manipulates me, the sweetest part of you… I crave I consume you, you are like a drug, that I seek more and more, I want to drink you all… I’m obsessed, and this obsession drives me insane!
Every time I look back, I can’t recognise myself, who the fuck was that? I don’t think I was ever me with you, I have no idea who was that?
I craved your deep love for me, I craved something you offered, only sometimes… I got attached to your care, your affection… only to be thrown up like an used cloth into the floor, moodiness, childish behaviour, anger… whatever it was, you put a wall between you and me… I patiently waited for better times…when would I have you nice and sweet again?
Waiting in despair, to be loved again, like I knew I deserved… you loved me like no one, and then you would take it all away… your rude words, your harshness, even if unintentional cut me like a thousand knifes, and yes I could be very sensitive, but that’s because, I couldn’t believe how such sweet being could have such behaviour, you were extreme, from side to side, only occasional balanced, calm… you drove me to insanity…
I’ve forgotten myself, I was only a shadow of myself… you made me feel worthless, lonely, you made me feel like I was absolutely nothing… didn’t matter how sweet, kind, patient and understanding I was… you just decided to close yourself into your shell… you were so cruel, but I knew was nothing to do with me but yourself, I kew you had your own demons to fight, we could of fight them together, if you weren’t so stubborn, and made me feel I was so little. Whatever I would say was never good enough for you… you made me feel like I was 5 years old and you were my elder, so I should only respect you and listen to you, take your shit, but never had a word to say that would be wise enough for you to take… I could see all that and respect it, because in the end no matter what I would say, you have your own path to take, your own thoughts and feelings, that only only better then anyone will understand.
But you were hurting me in the process, and I did know if I could handle waiting… at the same time enabling you to be this way with me, wasn’t just hurtful, I wasn’t allowing you to grow, so this was best for you and for me… you need to go within and heal your own wounds… without hurting no one in the process.
I’ve been married for 10 years, I’ve been left, but no one had the power over me like you did… I felt absolutely powerless, a slave to you… I felt like I was at your mercy… never felt like this… so not like me… and every time I would try and stand, you would cut my legs… you would call me selfish… but all you saw was yourself… never me. Only when I step away… why??? Do you know how you make me feel? Never ever in my life I was made feel this way… I know I have my own issues with my mum, our relationship brings things, and you bring that in me… but you? You made it 10x times worse… I’m sorry but it’s true, and you know why? Because I know how beautiful heart you have, and then all I have is the opposite, and it baffles me… am I not worth it? Why can I access it? Why something so precious as your love is so unreachable?
I have to admit defeat… I’m a scorpio, rarely lets go of a goal, I’ve seen something in you and went for it, with all my will, I was stubborn, convinced that I would get it, and in some extent I did… but your ego is too big… and its always in the way… blinding you, you forget to make an effort and you take me for granted… you stop seeing life for what it is… and you drag me with it.
I’m not part of that world. I believe in beauty, in love, I believe in miracles, and my heart is open to everything, even to suffer this much, until enough is enough, but I will always be open to get hurt, because if I’m not open for it, I can’t experience joy, happiness, pure love, either… I have to put myself at risk, risk it all, to experience it all… because that’s what life is about, and I will always be like a child, pure hearted, seeking for pure love, beauty, joy… always trusting the universe to give me what I need, always believing in the best of me and others, always believing in being positive and being the best part of everything. Its a reason for everything, I might suffer immensely, but I also love beyond measure because of it! And I might cry desperately, because I know how much I’m worth, and I feel victim of an injustice, but that’s my ego, feeling sorry for itself, and not being able to see the bigger picture. The truth is that this pain made me love myself more, enjoy this life more, to realise why I’m here, to be grateful for the little things, to appreciate the little moments, to stop worrying about things that don’t matter, and start living life fully! Learn how to let go, to let myself feel ripped apart into tiny pieces, let myself feel vulnerable, absolutely open to everything, and feel how much sensitive I am to this world, and how much I get from the experience of it.
Now I have a deeper respect for myself, I deeper love towards myself, a true appreciation for who I am, how much I’m worth. And how precious my being is… the huge amount of love I have within me… and how much love I’m receiving from the universe, that is awakening me to a bigger experience to this life. How blessed I am…
So thank you for destroying me, it wasn’t your work, was mine! I’ve done that to myself… you were just a vehicle, a tool, and I will not judge, blame you, because just like myself, the mistakes we make with others, the hurt we cause to others isn’t most of the times intencional, it comes out of old wounds, it comes from not understanding ourselves better… it comes from insecurity about ourselves, it comes from self doubt, lack of self esteem, self love… is never about the other, but always about ourselves.
So despite what anyone does to me, I will always love them, because they are vehicles to my own truth.
Death is only the beginning …