It’s day 3 of low-carb. If one believes scales, and I have yet to be convinced, four pounds are gone. That doesn’t seem right, but sure. Maybe? Why not.
Roll on, Day 4.
It is hard. In the darkness, to sit with these sparklers burning down in the back of my brain. Adorable. There’s that word again. That off the cuff assertion after I say something or am earnest or am in some way undetectable to my, whatever’s going on in your mind, it boils hard enough for that to spill out of your lips. I hear it and something just runs over the cilia in my mind, this waveform that moves from end to end, right through me and says…you, he means you. Even if I doubt that if he knew me properly he would say such a thing, he said it knowing something more than nothing. It is a compelling force – the sense of someone else’s attraction. It is very hard to ignore and set aside.
Not that I am advocating setting it aside – I just don’t know how long this lasts, or what this stage means. It’s like, briefly, sort of, it was at the start. This…I don’t want to hang up from you feeling at the end of a call. A feeling you commented on tonight. I don’t know how to do this with you being so fully vested in…youness. A singular person. Not a field of possibilities. A choice I can make that will change my life because it involves someone else’s life. It’s stronger than just another thought floating by in my head.
A woman at work who has become something of an office sort of friend asks about you. About this saga of online relationships and I’ve given up trying to explain or justify because I will make some assertion as to the tangibility of what we are and the slow, even breathing will become just silence and the compliments just stray interjections that any person of female persuasion would collect from you were they to chat on the phone.
I don’t believe that either, but what can I do that doesn’t feel like a demand that would destroy all of this with words.
I want to say, if there’s a thing I could be doing…a way I could be being…something that would make all of this come together for the both of us…just tell me what it is. I would do it. I would go there. I would make it happen.
But the problem is neither of us know. There’s movies and stories and magazine articles that make suggestions – but we’re none of us precisely cut from a mold.
Watching Princess Shaw on POV. Feeling so impressed by her and her drive. Her willingness to just struggle forward. Curious and hopeful to see how it winds up. A life touched by someone else after so many years of carrying on and wanting just to be seen. There’s a lot to get out of it. Persistence. Persisting.