Feb. 9th, 2002
An epitaph, of sorts.
Feb. 9th, 2002 07:27 pmI broke up with
01flux last night.
It was one of the hardest things I ever did. I knew it had to be done if either of us were going to stay sane and keep from hating each other -- yet it was the last thing I wanted to do. Once the anger and pain and confusion died down, all I had left was longing and regret.
We had a peculiar magic, she and I, one which I never wrote of here, before. Virtually everyone who knows us thought we were the most unlikely pair, yet we had a chemistry, an honesty, a meeting of opposite points of view, and a deep love of all things beautiful, which could be so inspiring. She was willing to do beautiful things with me, and recognize the fact that they were beautiful; that the things we did and saw together were the sorts of things one expects to find only in movies. And there was a strange, fundamental rightness that we felt together, despite everything.
I regretted breaking it off long before I left her apartment.
She is an enigma, a delight, a butterfly-geisha born to the wrong time and place, and I still love her. I'm glad that we are still friends. I hope I'm able to adjust to the change. It took me a long time to be at peace with things, after
amaltheagray and I parted ways years ago. But I've learned and grown into myself since then.
That doesn't make it any easier.
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It was one of the hardest things I ever did. I knew it had to be done if either of us were going to stay sane and keep from hating each other -- yet it was the last thing I wanted to do. Once the anger and pain and confusion died down, all I had left was longing and regret.
We had a peculiar magic, she and I, one which I never wrote of here, before. Virtually everyone who knows us thought we were the most unlikely pair, yet we had a chemistry, an honesty, a meeting of opposite points of view, and a deep love of all things beautiful, which could be so inspiring. She was willing to do beautiful things with me, and recognize the fact that they were beautiful; that the things we did and saw together were the sorts of things one expects to find only in movies. And there was a strange, fundamental rightness that we felt together, despite everything.
I regretted breaking it off long before I left her apartment.
She is an enigma, a delight, a butterfly-geisha born to the wrong time and place, and I still love her. I'm glad that we are still friends. I hope I'm able to adjust to the change. It took me a long time to be at peace with things, after
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That doesn't make it any easier.