Now that he's back I miss him even more
A page in the diary "Good mourning!"
Written by Luise 21. Apr 2007 03:28 AM
Hi diary and everybody,
still having a pretty good time - I'm procrastinating work, but doing some other things instead - I'm happy to have retrieved some interest in my life.
I'm still retreated and quiet, I'm still not interested too much in hanging around in bars with lots of people, and I generally have my limits relating to how many time I spent with people - but maybe it's the new me? Doesn't feel uncomfortable for me at the moment.
Surprisingly my canadian did his best and wrote me a message: "Can't answer your email now, but will answer soon" and the other morning I had another long email from him. Very nice. But, surprisingly, I'm not at all satisfied or happy. I feel empty and cold and somehow hungry - the kind of hunger when you don't know what to eat and you anticipate that no food on earth can give you what you really need.
I felt it coming. I was happy to be in contact with him, but yesterday the feeling changed slowly into some kind of sadness/anger/nervousness.
Something was wrong, and I had to find out what it was.
I think it is the feeling of losing an illusion.
His first email was very soulful, he told me nice
things and apologized once more, and this, in some way, nurtured my injured soul.
The second email is still nice, but just normal, he's talking about doing another walk and visiting some people overseas, me included - but I realize that I still don't want to be someone who's included - I want to be THE ONE. I want to be loved, I want to be the most important person for him, I want him to give me the heaps of affection I miss so deeply since I was born. I want him to apply a plaster on the scars of my whole life, stroke me gently and say: Everything will be fine. But I have to accept again that he never can give it to me - that nobody can give it to me really, except myself (who invented this? A buddhist monk? A hermit?) - but especially he is definitely the wrong candidate for these kind of wishes.
This reality is hard to take.
What can I do with it now? It occupies most of my thoughts at the moment. It would be a clear thing to say goodbye to him and to all my illusions (will we meet up again? Will he finally recognize that I'm the only one he will ever love? Will he recover from his personlity disorder by a miracle and be the loving partner and father for my children I wish him to be? Will we love eachother from far away and be celibate for all your lives?) - but it sounds as possible as saying goodbye to my right arm, so forget it.
I can jump into the warm water of illusion again and enjoy the feeling of being loved and special - because this is what he tells me, but, too bad that I don't really believe him to believe what he says - sure, he does - at the moment. And anyway, what does it mean if he tells me I'm special and beautiful? Does my beauty go by just when he stops thinking I'm beautiful?
GERMAN GIRL REMOTE-CONTROLLED BY CANADIAN TELEPATHY ARTIST - CHANGING FROM BEAUTY QUEEN INTO UGLY MONSTER IN JUST 30 SECONDS!
I just can live my own life as full as I can.
I can do my best to be content with what I have.
I can work on my need to be loved and can try to transform it into the satisfaction of being loved by myself. I can try to fill the gap. If there is no gap, I will not expect anyone to fill it, and then I can let somebody into my life and can be glad about him like you are glad about some surprising extra-goody.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Love,
Luise