I know I've been full of melancholy these last few months, but I'm being real.
I have a lonely keening pain I carry deep inside. I think I'm the problem.
I want a friend, but I'm too shy. I'm too introverted. I'm too awkward. I regret opening up to people the instant I do. I wish I could erase my conversations. I say the wrong thing, it gets taken the wrong way, or I'm opening up to wrong people. I analyze everything. I look for flaws and wonder if I come off in a different way than I mean. It always feels wrong.
I want SO bad to call up the people I used to.
I want a friend, but I'm too shy. I'm too introverted. I'm too awkward. I regret opening up to people the instant I do. I wish I could erase my conversations. I say the wrong thing, it gets taken the wrong way, or I'm opening up to wrong people. I analyze everything. I look for flaws and wonder if I come off in a different way than I mean. It always feels wrong.
I want SO bad to call up the people I used to.
Enough people like me, but no one likes me enough.
They (I'm not sure who "they" are) say you marry your best friend, but I don't think that's true or else I wouldn't feel like something is so terribly empty in my life.
Don't get me wrong- My husband IS a candle in my darkness. He pulls me up when I'm about to slip under and he doesn't even know it. He knows I need affirmation and he pours it on heavy and sticky. Sometimes it annoys me because I want to wallow in self pity. He knows I need love and patience and kindness and he overwhelms me with it. For all the times I feel unworthy he tells me I am worth it. For all the days I don't want to go into public to be seen he tells me how beautiful I am. He has listened to me intensely as I complain and cry over all the incredible pain I'm in. He can't fix the things out of my control, but he's there to just be there. So- shout out, high five, or whatever grand gesture you think of goes to him. I don't always think I deserve him, but he seems to think I do. :)
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