Lazy day. A much-needed one, back in my own quiet lonely head. Today has felt good. I wish I had more of them.
Halfway through getting a narrative of thoughts down on paper just now (real paper, real ink…) I thought I should transfer some of this into my “TRY to Date” blog because someone out there may “get it”, may echo a similarly positive realization about themselves. (Let it warm them a little, the way it did to even my jaded self.)
So here I am.
Let’s see how this turns out… Will I transcribe it word for word?… I doubt it.
But here we go:
Just finished a movie called “An Education”. It was slow, in that quiet way movies about real things are. But pretty to look at, and quite good.
Upon watching the last deleted scene where he (David) comes back to try to get her back, “We had fun didn’t we? Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun.” She tells him yes, that she did have fun… but it was with the wrong person, at the wrong times. That she has her own life back now. Then slowly she walks away.
(This was a movie about a young girl’s education, both worldly and scholarly.)
“an education” I thought.
I’ve an education. Relationships, each one, looking at them afterward…
“When I can stay the same, but others don’t want what they once did.”
Education.
Commitment is more than a fleeting emotion. It is not, a fleeting thing.
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(By definition alone… Websters Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language, “Commit: 8. to entrust, esp. for safekeeping.”
Safekeeping. But for how long? The cynic taunts… The dictionary doesn’t say.
I could expand on various ways of using other variations of definitions or word use to wriggle free of what I, myself, am implying here in regards to feeling Love. Oh by all means I certainly can argue against if I chose to, as I know you could well too, and it would be certainly convincing and real and true. There are those metaphoric little angels and devils on each shoulder that could oppose each other all day. But we all know what I mean, and if you honestly feel that you do not, I’ll guess you haven’t been in Love. (Note: the capital ‘L’.) So let’s not argue for the sake of proving different points of view. Let us not wriggle in the un-comfortability of the subject matter. Because what I am saying exists. I am not sifting through the usual grey matter here, I am referring to Cupid’s wound… If in your head you’ve begun to sound excuses/reasons, stop… because I know you’re pretending to not hear the distinct “Tsk, tsk” coming from the white robed side of your conscience.
Entrust. Safekeeping. It’s what Love wants. It’s where it wants to be. Period. It is the nature of us. (Or ok, for argument’s sake… most, of us.)
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For me Love is similar to a commitment. (I do not mean what you say or promise out loud! I mean what you feel. That *thing* you cannot control.) It seems, as I look back on actual relationships I’ve had, the feeling does not seem to leave me. Even when it’s less than shiny new. I am not the one it drifts from. I do not think I have ever been the one who stopped feeling it.
Love is more than fleeting.
“I stay. They leave.
Why does it seem to be that way, for me?”
…”an education”. (those two words kept repeating themselves, so quietly, in my head)
Learning that other people don’t stay. Learning that even though it doesn’t seem to die in me, I have to accept that it happens to other people. That, it just does. For whatever reasons. (Life… To not to let a broken heart kill you, you must learn to understand, *or at least try*, at least enough to let them go in peace. (No, you do not have to, even after years, give them your blessing. Just, you know, let go of it. Let them walk away. Because the harsh reality is… that they already have (emotionally)…. Sure, scars remain, but wounds do mostly heal. I promise… I know.)
(“Place the book on the shelf”; I think we’ve all heard the saying.)
I understand human emotions, circumstances, the how’s and why’s of many things. Mostly, anyway… I understand people and situations sooo much. (especially in hindsight, or… of course, in hindsight) and in a way, forgive. I have not forever grieved. Because whether I like it not I do seem to “understand” these all-affecting things that change people, and feelings. (Circumstance. Attractions. Lust. Egoism. Inexperience. Innocence. Indecision. Confusion. Just… Life. The list could go on and on.)
But I learn anew with each one. Different variations of what seems like the same lesson.
My relationships, like a book… they end. They go up on a shelf… alongside others… hardcovers, paperbacks, special editions, short stories, novels… all a good read but not one yet with that fairy tale “and they all lived happily ever after” ending.
[shhh, some say this doesn’t exist… but I still believe if you both consistently work for it and pay attention to your lessons, it just might. Call me silly, but I hope to hold out for it. Even if… even if I’m never written into one. That is just what I believe.]
There was something else in the movie that I particularly noticed and liked. A line from the girl to her father when discussing how he liked David over the young schoolmate the girl used to smile at and had invited over once before meeting her older, more charismatic, love interest (David)… The father, going on about how David knew how to get places, knew famous authors, etc., and how these were important things to have in a husband, the girl (simply because she was surprised at her father approving of David over someone her own age and who would have certainly been more proper for her) threw in… that yes, but the young boy was more likely to be *the kind of person who would become* one of those famous authors… Her father sidestepped this quip, as no, that’s not as useful as being someone who knows famous authors or influential people.
Couldn’t help but smile at that snippet of script. (there to show how the father had become so enamored of the suave’ older man) Also, because I liked the young boy that nervously, visibly, had a crush on the girl as well. Suppose I saw him as the good guy who finishes last… as he did not, get the girl… and we should all know by now where my loyalties lie with “the good guy”. (Or, that dirty little, no fun, description… nice.)
I love every book I have. I feel, still…
My education: a lesson I have learned over time by examining the volumes on my shelves, is, I think (hopefully) that… I am capable of love that stays.
It seems to be a badge earned whether I wanted it or not.
Fairy Tales can be real…
I am one.
This little thought process today… it is in a way, perhaps… a silver lining to hold sight of… Or a satin place mark, so to speak, so as never to lose my place if I ever come across that happily ever after I unabashedly long for from time to time when I find myself longing for more, or different, than the perfectly fine life I currently lead.
Occasionally there is a sad flipside for the one who leaves…
I’ve a friend who, after years, reached out to someone they knew they’d hurt. It was in a perfectly adult, genuinely kind, hello I hope you are well way. I think it was to help them to feel better, we all do it and I think it’s good to do. To say things… even after a long time. But there was no response for my friend.
At first I didn’t understand and thought perhaps the person didn’t receive the message. But I fear now though, that the nicest reply the recipient may have been able to offer, was no reply. … (Time and/or understanding do NOT always mean forgiveness.)
Alrighty… Now… hmm, should I watch another movie?… (hehe)