ok this will be a long story, and i know that these "love" threads or whatever are uber lame, but this has kinda been interfering with my life, and until i'm able to rationalize it, it's going to kill me.
I have this "friend" and i use the term loosely because while she considers me her best friend and "brother" i've always considered her the love of my life. To know our "relationship" is to go back 10 years.
High school, i walk into my 10th grade gym class (which was integrated with freshman [9th graders]) and it was like that cliche' bullshit where all you see is "that person" and they have a glow, and time seems to slow down. so i did everything in my power to try and get in her class, and i did, and on her team in most shit (ironically) and i started to get this sense.. that maybe there was something cosmic about our meeting.
So i find out all these things about her, from running into her in the woods behind school where all the deviants would go to smoke cigarettes in between classes. and there were crazy coincidences.. our birthdays were 1 week apart June 7th and June 14th, we were both gemini, i lived at 31 ave a, she lived at 32 n. maryland ave, our phone numbers were 1 digit apart: 767-7155 and 767-7159, we both had 2 cats, neither of us had a male sibling, both hated our fathers, both smoked camel lights, she lived in the apt. that my uncle used to rent when i was a child, and i remembered being there when i first went there to hang out.
so of course, i fell horribly, ridiculously, madly in love with this girl (and if you knew her like i do, you prolly would too) so i courted her hardcore, of course i had never really liked a girl like this before and never had a girlfriend (never even kissed a girl actually) and i had no idea wtf i was doing. but i just treated her like such a lady, and showered her wih all kinds of creative gifts (mix tapes, drawings, love poems, etc.)
Around this same time i was kind of getting away from the trendy gangster rap image that i had adopted in 7-8th grade and was dressing more grunge and listening to a lot of classic rock and alternative. I had also made a few new friends and was systematically removing all the thugs from my life. One of which i grew an instant bond with and after awhile of getting close considered to be "a best friend". Well Maio, had started to reject my advances, and wouldn't come to my house alone, and things of that nature. I started to think something was up.
D-day, i had been hanging out with Alex (the new best friend), Maio, and this kid Conrad, the 4 of us had formed a little clique, and would hang out often.. get drunk and smoke weed and typical high school stuff. So we were all sitting at this deli on the corner of my block and Conrad had left and it was raining and I think either Maio or Alex were waiting there to get picked up byone of their parents. And it suddenly became clearto me that there was this closeness about them that i had never realized before. When i had asked if they were dating, they said yes and i was crushed.
I had never known hurt, sadness, anger, pain like this, and it killed me, i was suicidal, i would constantly burn and cut myself. I wrote nothign but depressing poetry and manic drawings of
these sad crying angels (which later developed into the novel i'm working on now) and i don't think i spoke to anyone for a few weeks. I have never known my emotions to be as intense ever before or ever since.
But we held on (Maio and I) I never (still to this day) ever spoke to Alex again really, maybe like some bullshit small talk if we saw eachotehr, but he would never be "my friend" again. maio and I (now that she had a man, felt less threatened about coming over solo, cuz she knew i would always treat her like a lady and wouldn't make a move unless she authorized it) would always hang out and get fucked up and talk, and I felt so close to her.. we just "got" eachother. But of course I was still so love sick over her, so it would come up A LOT and she would find a way to ignore it and still have a good time.
Alo of tragic things happened in both our lives around this time, i lost both my grandfathers, my 24yr old cousin hung himself, my dad started using heroin and went to jail for robbing some machine from a bar. And we were there for eachother, and she comforted me in a way that i still to this day have not felt from another human. all the while we still kept it plutonic somehow, and herand alex weredone (for the first of many, many times).
Now this pattern started emerging Maio and I would hang, get super close, I would fall in love with her, she would either get a new boyfriend or we would fight and stop talking. I went through a lot to try and "fix" myself and get over her.. and eventually the only thing that worked was anger and distance... so after like the 10th time this happened and a few years after our intial meeting. I wrote heran 8 page letter basically telling her how much i loved her, and how much it hurt me that she didn't love me back, and how frustrated i was when i was around her, wanting to take this amazing connection with her and apply it to something tangible. (as a footnote she claimed to never have received this letter)
3 years went by and I did my best to really forget, I had other relationships, moved out of state, moved back to state, started working full time. And then my father died. And for the first time in about 3 years I saw her again, and she was still gorgeous. She came and spent a dayor 2 with me, and we reconnected, and it was like the day before could've been the last time we saw eachother. reagrdless of all the crazy shit that happened in those 3 years.. hergoing to jail, going into psychiatric care, attempting suicide, living with some guy and finding out he banged hookers on the side, and THEN he stalked her and she had to get a restraining order.. both my grandmothers had died, my mom had a stroke, my sister was living with a physically abusive man. etc
And I think something was different about this time, because i had shoved those romantic feelings down so far, and because i needed maio, for support, to remind me of the good times, and who i was. and we were "just friends" for the first time ever and it was good, we were able to still hang all over eachother and comfort one another and sleep together and there wasn't that same awkwardness of me looking at her and then all of a sudden giving her the "fuck me eyes". But our friendship was short-lived, both of us had our own shit going on and lived way far away from eachother and i don't even think i had my license at the time. I also started dating the lovely Ms. Jaclyn Green at this time who became my full spare-time interest.
Another couple years go by, Jaclyn and I are on the outs, and I get a call from maio inviting me to her graduation party at her boyfriends house.. so i go, and it's good times, i wind up exchanging contact info with her friend justine in the hopes of her maybe getting me a job at her father's advertising agency. Justine and I get talking, and being that Justine is close with Maio.. maio and I start getting close again. Well we got really close , to the point where it was almost like "Justine Who?" we were sneaking around and secretly (justine hada crush and felt threatened by maio) meeting up and having good times.
One time in particular that rings out in my mind was us sitting at the docks by her hosue, and it was freezing but we had to stay and talk.. we wound up hysterically bawling in eachotehrs arms and telling eachotehr how much we needed and loved and appreciated eachother..It was one of the most beautiful magickal nights of my life. We went back to my hosue, got more fucked up, and passed out together. (there was still not even a first kiss between us, again, i wasn't going to do anything w/o permission)
So fast forwarda few months, maio and I keep chilling as "friends onry" and it ain't no thang. Then I kind of started to lose my mind a little, i dated this ultra conservative girl because in my head it seemed like the "right" thing to do.. that she just fit in so perfectly with this nice middle-class, white-collar
lif
e i had made for myself. But i came to realize that I had totally lost touch with myself.. that i hated how boring i was, and how boring she was, and i broke up with her, and played ffxi for 3 months straight, and didn't communicate with any of my rl friends.. it was indeed and intense (much needed) escape from everything up until that moment.
So a few weeks ago, after kind of coming out of my ffxi cocoun, i went to go see her and our mutual friend Chris who was up visiting from NC. we had an amazing time.. and I was just going.. holy shit,. i haven't smiled or had a great time like this since.. i can't remember when. we went back to Maio's bar and got hammered and sang cheesy old 80's songs at the top of our lungs.. then we went back to her place.. and went to bed.. we held eachotehr soooo tight, and told eachotehr how much we missed eachotehr and loved eachother and how happy we were now that we got to see eachother.
She had told me that she had been having problems sleeping, nightmares and the like. That night when i dreamt it was like her and i together.. you know you dream in first person, and you experience things by yourself, you migth see someone you know.. but overall you're alone. This was herand I together.. all night. I woke up and she was there.. looking so gorgeous, I asked her if she had any nightmares or trouble sleeping. she said no, thanked me and kiss my head.. we hugged super tight for awhile and once again said I love you.. and i headed to work.
There was a whisper in my mind.. when i started to driveto work, and by the time i had gone to bed that night, the whisper was a scream.. recounting all the amazing times we had, and how much we've been there and how well we know eachother and can comfort eachother.. and it just seemed like we were soul mates destined to be there for eachother always. I became super restless iw as fighting myself as hard as i could.. fighting back these emotions that my heart was running me over with. It was undeniable.
So, of course, stupid me, can't lie to the person who knows me better than anyone else on the planet, and I tell her what I'm going through, and the results were unsavory. in my head, i feel like I'm going to lose her either way; Either I forget about what she means to me, move on and date other people, hoping to find someone like her one day, then i don't even know if my interest in me and maio's "friendship" will even still be there. or we take a plunge, throw caution to the wind, possibly ruin the fantasy, and realize it really is just all wrong in reality. but we know.. and we never have to move on w/o ever knowing what it was like.. such a deep intense love.. finally pushed that next step.
in my head, I can't see how we can hold eachother so close, and have this deep admiration, adoration, love, knowledge and respect for eachother, and still think that, there is someone MORE deserving of our love out there than eachother? I've worked hard to get to where i am, and I have a lot to show for myself, and I am almost insulted by who she has choosen to be with.. whilst still continuing to reject me (possibly one of the best opportunities that's come around for her in years). And when i remind her of all this, and tell her all this, she ignore it fully.. pretends to be sleeping, pretends to betoo drunk to think about it, pretends that soemthing on the TV is far more interesting...
I want closure, i want to be able to move on, as hard as it is, w/o knowing what it was like to have that type of relationship with maio, to some how see past all the fantasies i have about our kids and our first kiss and all the amazement, joy, excitement, and wonder she brings into my life. How could it never cross her mind, how could she never realize who i am to her; her gemini twin, her soul mate.
So tell me what you guys think, I need to know how people can shareso much emotion, go thorugh so much together, mean so much to eachother, and then not want to spend the rest of your lives together, please tell me, because it's fucking killing me y'all.