Still feeling nostalgic, I was going back through some entries from 2009 and I inadvertently came across an entry that held a bit of advice that I really needed to read:
“I believe that if something is supposed to be then it will and anything that you do or say does very little to push it one way or the other. If he’s not calling, texting, talking to you, then I say move on. Stop bothering him. He’s obviously not that into you. Or something is not allowing it to happen between you two. Give up. Get out. Wait it out.
I remember what it’s like to be in that strange place where you don’t know what to do with a boy that is driving you crazy. It’s limbo, between holding on and moving on. Part of you wants to forget and another wants to never let go. It’s a terrible place to be. And you feel like you’ll be there forever.
But eventually, you see a sign — someone else, a letter, a smile, a kiss — that let’s you know what you should do. And then, after some time, you’re back to normal. You’re not pining after some boy that’s not yours. And everything is better. You’re out of limbo.
You just have to be strong enough to see what you’re supposed to see.”
My nineteen year old self just helped my now twenty three year old self. I was a wise teenager.
Let me explain here.
That boy that I knew liked me asked me to hang out with him about a week and a half ago. I said yes. It was a nice night. We talked and stayed up all night and I started to really like him.
He kissed me.
We would talk and see each other and I felt like I had known him for years. It was nice and it was lovely and I was forgetting adorable boy by the day. It seemed to be going quite smoothly.
That is until recently when what I knew would probably get in the way did. There’s a part of his life that I cannot share with him because my interests lie elsewhere. I should have listened to my instincts. But, I did not. Now, he barely talks to me.
When I asked him about it, he said that he “has a plan” but he can’t tell me about it “because if it doesn’t work out, he doesn’t want to tell me.” I am confused and somewhat hurt and I don’t like people who cannot be straightforward.
I’m tired of playing games. I am twenty three and he is twenty five and if we can’t be honest about what we are and what this is about, then I’d rather take the high road and call it.
But, yesterday, I was upset and I was wallowing and I couldn’t pick myself up. My appetite was gone and I was falling into that limbo hole that you make when you open yourself up to someone who doesn’t help fill up that hole.
I was in trouble.
I haven’t had very many relationships issues as of late and I am out of practice. I needed to hear from my nineteen year old self who was fresh out of that stage, with a clear perspective of what is good and what is not. She was wiser than I was yesterday and I am grateful that I happened to read what she had to say.
I wish I could go back in time and thank her for that post. It really helped.
Also, I am back to adorable boy. He wished he a happy birthday approximately twelve times yesterday. We’re getting married.
I need a rain storm
To wash away everything
That gets in the way.
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