Eddie Vedder

I am still finding it hard to put my thoughts into words, those I remind myself that my fear in writing anything out is only leading to lost records in the future.

This started around the time of the Russian invasion. It may have started because of me. As it approached the date which would have made 3 years since I had seen her last, I flirtatiously asked her if I could see her. She responded in a way in which I did not expect. She replied asking where we would go if we could see each other. I came up with the best answer I could think of on the spot and she asked me to meet her at that glass blowing studio on Sunday at 2. My adrenaline rushed and I had no idea that I would get a response like that. I mildly panicked, rushed to get a hair cut before the day and the something more along the lines of what I would expect – she had to cancel – but there was something specifically heart wrenching about the message that I received. The message came 3 to 4 hours after she would normally get online and she simply told me that she just recalled something she had to do that day. I didn’t get much else of an explanation but I had my theories.

On Monday morning, I woke up to a more chilling message – this one even later than the last – around 5 AM. She told me that she had broken up with him and that he got really mean and it scared her. I immediately regretted asking to see her as I blamed myself. There was a part of my heart that was glowing, wondering if that was what she recalled that she had to do – if seemed quite romantic, until I felt like she could be in harms way. I attempted to remain calm and rational, which I then reminded her that I had no idea where she lived since she moved about 6 months prior. She promptly told me her address and the seriousness sunk in.

She went silent a bit after that and a panic that I had never known came over me. I was minutes from going over there – I was actually circling her street trying to figure out what to to while talking to her friend. Her friend calmed me down, reminding me that she is a very smart woman and that she knows what she is doing – but I am slightly concerned that this friend is young and naive – there are things that I can’t take my chances on. With that said, this happened three and a half months ago.

Yesterday made 9 years since I had met her – a day that I hold quite dear in my heart. I wasn’t able to see her or even talk to her. The conversations that we have had over the last few years really helped me get through the day – but I am having a really hard time focusing on anything but wanting to know how she is and how I can get her unstuck.

As it turns out, I might not be any less jealous.. just better at controlling it and ignoring it or at least distracting myself by overloading – everything.

I found myself appreciative of her candid response. I knew damn well that I was not going to be picking her up from anyway, but yet, I ask – why one may ask and remind me of the basic definition of insanity, but still I persist.

Tonight, as I am trying to fall asleep, I think to myself… ‘He better not be touching her.’ and I realize that.. that it must be the full moon right? There should be something out of my control for me to blame my absurd emotions on. Oh yes, I started.. I don’t want anyone touching my dream lady because my body is preparing itself to have her baby.. that must be it.

That probably doesn’t make it any better than anything else. I have been day dreaming way too much today. I had sent her an email just as I was leaving work. As I was driving home my mind wandered to the ever circling question – does she even read them? That lead to a smile when I thought about my oh so casual trip up the stairs as I was walking and texting that day last week or so.

I was at Madd’s house doing laundry and I had intended on seeing the kid but she was asleep when I got there so I was already a bit disappointed. At some point I started texting my favorite person and as I was walking up stairs to grab something I received a quite unexpected but more than welcomed text that left we with the instant, ‘Well.. I guess she reads my emails…’ How can she possibly stand me? I mean, even I get tired of me at this point. I’m like fuckin’ Screetch – actually I hope not but I do feel like Erkle at times. So anyway – life is like that and I wish that she was holding me tonight.

Sometimes I tell myself that she doesn’t hold it against me because she knows how I feel. Maybe not for a specific person and maybe not a literal translation – but I’ve had some outlandish expectations for quite sometime and then ms. practical magic comes waltzing into my life with one blue eye and eye green eye and cracks the code to my heart as if it was never even encrypted. Then I follow down the path of enlightenment without question or hesitation. I hope that she knows that I would follow her anywhere and I am even more thankful that she is more than delicate with me. The more time that passes and the more things that happen, the more I am convinced that it was all because she really cared – and I don’t even know what that means yeah but I try my hardest to trust in something more powerful than myself and that everything has happened for a reason. It’s hard to believe that there is only two and a half months left in this decade. I have big plans for the 20s and it’s actually to just – wait and see what happens.

There is still a chance that they will see

And how we found the same old fears

Velvet Revolver “Wish You Were Here”

David Bowie/Eddie Vedder “Comfortably Numb”