=======PRELUDE=======
me : dude.. i had the 2 separate coolest dream last night
blindspot: what? You’ve got A on math course? or finally, you’ve got a new car?
me: No, no it was about the most beautiful Asian girl I’d ever seen
I met her on some sort of a boat/plain.. it felt like we were floating the whole time but still able to walk around.
The second dream is i saw Ann was locked up somewhere in a glass cage
and I remember letting go of Ann, and sitting down in front of this girl at a dinner table.. it’s funny cuz out of all the dinner tables there, no one had any food.
___Months and years flashed before my eyes when I looked at her, I saw all the fun times, all the good stuff.. the romance
and the first thing out of my mouth, while looking at this nearly silhouetted masterpiece of beauty, was "I think I love you"
blindspot: that’s really incredible
me: this is one of the only times you’ll ever hear me talk about love and romance..
but this dream blew my fucking mind
blindspot: what do you think it all means?
me: life’s a journey (floating plane/boat) through which pass many persons that may be suiting to our tastes, but un-obtainable due to personal restraints/inabilities (glass jail) But, no matter what draw backs we may have, there’s always our picture/sense of what beauty and love is, and seldom do we not find it in others.
========The Breakup========
……About 2 weeks Later…….
We extinguished our cigarettes at the same time, the foul stench of tobacco enveloping the air around us. all was silent. nothing more to say, nothing left to do. All I could do was wait for her to say "I guess I’ll go." As the air recirculated around me, her footsteps a distant echo, I didn’t know what to make of the feeling set over me. Was it real? Or was it an illusion. It felt so.. cinematic I dismissed it as a false perception, something as empty as any other hello or goodbye. Were my emotions in check? Were my neurons firing correctly as such to recite the sweet sorrow of a botched relationship? I’d become so accustomed to feeling next to nil that I was surprised when my heart throbbed and echoed moans of regret against my strong upper body. My legs, buckling under the weight of soul at that moment urged to be relieved.
This breakup was my first stand against all I saw wrong in the world.
"I wish you wouldn’t give up this easily." My cell phone chimed over a text message.
"If I was giving up, I wouldn’t have said anything in the first place." I replied.
Another message
"What do you mean? You’re giving up on us."
I didn’t know what to say.. I never did. More times than not I would set aside my emotions and look into myself. "Do I want this?" "Is she right for me?" "Is it worth explaining when I know any sense this could possibly make will be forever lost in translation?" For now, it wasn’t. I didn’t want to have to seem like a harsh prick by saying I give myself priority over anything at this point in my life, nor did I want to give into her emotional traps and corners.
"I think you rushed the emotions between us Ann… it’s not right to do that when you don’t know each other, let alone when you don’t know yourself to begin with. I’m not giving up on us.. it’s just that I’m not giving up on myself. You need someone who sees things the same way as you do, as do I. It’s the only way a healthy relationship can spawn between two people."
My legs felt stronger, and I felt more comfortable in my stance. I felt reassured that I did in fact have my emotions in check.
"What do you mean for yourself? Relationships are for learning and growing… why not do it with someone you care about and feel comfortable with?" she sang her siren songs diligently.
I replied "That’s beside the point. I’m not dependent on others to learn my lessons Ann…
I’ll do that on my own."