Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

The most honest Love Letter (I’ve) ever written

       I wanted you to show me. Wherever you were, wherever you stood. That life and love were not fantasy, that something could be blissful and exist at the same time. But it wasn’t the right time for you and I. Had I known this; I would have waited patiently for you, spending my time doing something constructive. I have spent what feels like an eternity stuck in the dark, waiting for your loving hands to rescue me. I have sung and wrote too many sad songs in this lifetime. So much so that now my heart is full. 

      Where were you in that day and age when every wall, should’ve tumbled down? I’ve been waiting to be lifted up, so tired of holding on to hopelessness trapped within the four walls of my broken heart. Where were you my love? Do I curse God for making us wait forever? Of course not. For who am I to make haste what needs to fall into place at the right time?… 

       I’ve tried looking in the eyes of boy’s that I thought were you, but I was blinded by many things; misguided by the mistake of thinking love was being a SAVIOR. I thought I fell in love at 15, but how foolish of me to believe in love at such an age. Love wasn’t a part of my home life, how could I know what it felt like from the outside? I didn’t know how to love myself; he didn’t know how to love himself, and in the end I mistook love for belonging, because I didn’t want to be alone in a cold and lonely world. I thought he was the one, I thought he knew what it was like to love but I was wrong. We were just two kids trying to find something that didn’t belong to us. Trying to believe in a true love that everyone else would shun. I hung on to my responsibility and tried to save him from his self. I learned to grow wings and try to shelter him; taking in the pain and sadness he didn’t want to endure. My pain and loneliness were put on the shelf to ease his mind. GUILT was the glue that held us together. In the end I was left alone, holding on to my cold brittle wings, deciding that I wasn’t good enough to save him. But in the end, and many wasted years later, I now know that it was he that was never good enough for me.

       I tried again at the age of 21, thinking that I was an adult now and things would be different. But still, he wasn’t YOU. And again I was blinded, mistaking love for PITY. I still wasn’t able to love myself and yet I believed that I could learn to love this boy who didn’t know how to love me back. I hung on and with outstretched wings took in every hit and every threat in order to make him feel important. I tried desperately to save him from his anger and disgust at failing in life. I didn’t realize that it was his own fault for failing and that I could do nothing to make him see the error of his ways. Life became dangerous and unnecessary, leaving nothing but angry echoes and purple bruises. I loved his family who took me in, more than him, and that became the hardest thing to let go of. With broken wings and a broken spirit, I convinced myself that it was time to move on because I couldn’t convince him of anything.

       At the age of 25 I had seen a bit of the world and felt that I had finally learned to love myself. Again, I was wrong as I looked into his eyes for the first time. I was sure this was it, with those gentle eyes and wonderful smile. But I was blinded by false hope and sweet talk. Instead, I opened my wings and became a mother figure to a man who was 3 years younger than I. I mistook love for nurturing and didn’t see the rocky road ahead of me. I stayed for two and a half years, trying hard to succeed in life, for once. In the end it wasn’t about the relationship anymore. He was the one I wanted to give my hand to, but what I didn’t want to accept was that the further into the light I tried to take him, the farther he pulled us both back into his own darkness. I was a foolish girl thinking that love was all about being a savior, a MARTYR, and a good girl. I was foolish for putting others before me and my life. In the end, with half torn and battered wings, I turned my face away and let his darkness consume him. 

      The last time I tried was at the age of 28. I even did things differently. I became a friend; a companion of the intellectual kind, and our friendship was at its highest point in life, fulfilling me at last. I knew it had to be YOU. This was the way it was to be, and my heart was ready. I found myself in a promising position only to find myself alone and angry by the time I boarded the plane back home. I mistook love for comfort and SETTLING, hoping that love would run its course and everything would fall into place. I wasn’t strong enough for this made for television relationship. I tried to hang on, tried to keep the friendship first, but it wasn’t the same in the end. I didn’t want more than I could already give, but I stayed because I was afraid of failure, of being motherless, of standing alone in a world I didn’t want to embrace. In the end I let go of the chance to stay in a dead-end relationship and start a family with a man I could never love. In the end, I tore both wings off and set myself free. Free of waiting, free of trying, free of hoping for YOU to walk into my life.  In the end, I boarded a plane and I never looked back.

      Friends have come and gone, and few have dared to stay and live out this life with me in it. And sometimes friends are all that matter. Through thick and thin, through muddy waters and in sin, we always have each other to lean on.  I have been dug out of many ditches; stitched up, sheltered from the cold, even tortured by truth, and this is the part of my life I’d never change. I’ve been happy with the few friends in my life. Sometimes they make the struggle less painful, especially when it comes to not having you. 

      So why look further for your loving arms? Why wait patiently while the grey hairs begin to wake up and the wrinkles around my eyes stretch a little farther? The years are flying and my friends are still left standing, still living their lives, still loving their loves. And somewhere deep inside, I still believe in you, in me.

       Today is a new day. I’ve decided to stop looking for you. I’ve decided to live and not worry about what door you’ll be walking through, to just build this life of mine up so that I can be proud of myself, for once.  No more looking, no more dreaming, and no more believing in sappy 80’s love songs.

      Today projects will begin. I’m going to finish writing my book, I’m going to pay more attention to my younger sister, and I’m even going to work out (a little), even if it kills me. I’m going to get more involved with the Internet. I’ve been missing out on so much. There’s a whole world out there. I think I’d like to travel as well. Spain looks lovely, hmm, maybe Iceland too. 

      Today I’m going to open up a page on the Internet that is all about me showing all of my interests and passions. I’ll even throw some of my mixed up poetry because that too is a part of me. All of my friends and family will even have some thoughts to share about my work, and I’ll catch up with others I haven’t spoken to in years. (Some may act like my friends, but in the end, when all is said and done, I’ll know better.) 

      I will still go out with those few very close friends that I have, and I will have a good time and in the background I will still be a bit lonely because I’m missing YOU. I’m missing our midnight conversations that we’ve never had and our fun adventures that we haven’t planned. And my friends won’t recognize my sadness because I will hide it so well. I will be too busy relishing in their happiness.  But without knowing it, I will become stronger, more confident, right before my very eyes.

      I will survive family functions. No mother, no father, instead I’ll be surrounded by my sisters and nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles, cousins and their children. I will breathe in their happiness because indeed I am truly happy for each and every one of them. And even though I’ll be empty and lonely in the background, they’ll only see the twinkle of my eye, my fashion statement of the week, and the laughter I find hard to contain. 

      The Internet will keep me going. I’ll find out about other places in the world I’d like to visit: Maine, New Zealand, Alaska. My friends will stop by and say hello, and even a stranger here and there. And most guys will try to sound like YOU in the beginning and I will see right through them and they will remain behind closed doors. I will indeed make new acquaintances, but there will never be a good friend like the three that I have now. 

      Today I will begin my search for a stable job, nothing exciting, but I’ll earn a living again. I will feel like I’m back on top of things, secure and ready to help those who have helped me. I will even spoil myself every once in a while because it will be necessary. I will work the odd hours, interact with my 2nd generation of cousins, stay close with friends and family, and learn to accept that life isn’t always roses, and that even some roses come without thorns.

      And my job will be odd hours, but I’ve no BIG social life so the hours suit me fine. My job will make me miserable and I will learn the new meaning of slave labor, crappy pay. I will stay up till the early hours of morning writing and sleep in till the afternoon. 

      And then on an average night like tonight when I can’t sleep and the words are just itching to come out, I’ll pop onto the Internet and check my messages and comments, and there YOU will be; this beautiful MYSTERIOUS stranger with originality written in delicate words. I will be taken by surprise at first, thinking that it must be an old flame with a change of heart and direction, but I will know better instantly. My heart will flutter, even after the fifth time I have read this simple, yet perfect message (for my eyes only).

After the sixth time in a row reading it, I will respond to your inquiry.

      At first, I will speak briefly because I am not jumping to conclusions. You write intellectually well and that is interesting to me, but I think nothing more of it. You might become a new friend, from afar, and that is safe and friendship is all I have room for. I’m through with dating anyway. After a couple of weeks we will break the “via email” cycle and exchange phone numbers and even though we are just friends, I will secretly be nervous hearing your voice for the first time.

      Our first conversation will begin at 11:30 p.m. and end around 5 in the a.m. and will consist of our likes and dislikes, music, and movie trivia. You will make me laugh and your voice will sound so strong, so confident, as we exchange stories of life and experience. You will hear the softness in my once vibrant voice and know that I am “winding down”, and we will say goodnight until we speak again. Before floating off to sleep, I will realize that I haven’t laughed that hard in the past 4 years. I will be left smiling, left dizzy. Friendship is a wonderful safety net. (Why doesn’t my heart stop fluttering)?

      Our conversations will begin in the late hours of the evening when I get home from work and won’t end till the early hours of morning when you leave work. Words of experience, of similarities, of humor will pass through our lips and life will have new meaning. Your voice will make me unconsciously giddy; our conversation will make me innocently nervous.  I will secretly wish that you only lived 2 miles away instead of 200. On Oscar night we will laugh about how we hate award ceremonies but secretly hope that “Crash” will win the Oscar for best movie. On my birthday I will be walking to the bus stop, on my way to work, and when I answer my phone you will begin by singing happy birthday- to me.  

      With each new day we will become a little braver, planning trips to Universal Studios, to the beach, to Disneyland, one fine day, and secretly the excitement will be stronger than imagined.

      But just when things couldn’t be better between the two of us, the fear will creep in and I will suddenly call less and less. Our conversations will become shorter and shorter until they will begin and end with hello and goodnight in less than twenty words. My head will be ringing with objections, with doubt and confusion. You can’t be the one, the one I thought I had found so long ago. It can’t be this easy, this SIMPLE. 

      And at the same time tragedy will strike within my life and I will return to my 2nd home to be with family in this time of sorrow. Sadly, I will leave you wondering, “What happened to her?” This will be the worst thing I will put you through because I will come back a different person, half empty, terribly sad, fading away, and I will stop calling you because I won’t have anything clever to say, and because we all die in the end anyway so why try? What a fool I will become all in the name of death and anger. (I will forever be sorry for putting you through this.) 

      But life won’t end there. Death is certain, but life keeps going on and some people, some really good deserving people sometimes get a second chance. And a couple of months later, I will gather the courage and I will find you again. I will be terrified and NERVOUS, but I will leave you a message, hoping you will respond.

And we both know the answer to that one.

      Finding each other will never feel as good as that moment. And little by little I will come back down to Earth, and let you in a little more each day. And this time I won’t let you go, ever. Your friendship will be more important to me than any life experience I’ve had. Every night and every morning, God will hear a thank you from my lips and slowly, my heart will begin to heal. And I will learn to take things slow rather than bring them to a halt.

      I will be a bit nervous, hoping I didn’t lose you altogether. I will call you as much as possible, hiding the sadness of its absence when I am at work. I won’t be afraid of my feelings and shelter them from harm. I will do what feels right and I will LISTEN to my mind as well as my heart…

       On a day just like today, I will be ready an hour early. (Actually, I will be a couple of hours early.) The sun will be just as bright, if not brighter than other days. The colors surrounding me will all be vibrant and picturesque. I will be dressed and pacing my best friends living room. I will be nervous and anxious, but excited at the same time. Today is the day that I will put all of my hopeful planning on the shelf and live out my dreams.  

      Today will be the first time in your presence. Today is the first time I will be close enough to hug you, to take in the scent that is you. I think my room is proof that I’ve changed more than twice before choosing the right outfit.

      When you arrive I will watch you exit your car, notice how tall you are and thank God I wore platforms. I will walk down the porch steps praying that I don’t fall and make a fool of myself. At the perfect moment we will embrace and your hug will feel stronger than I imagined. You will open and close the door for me, which I will not be used to. My smile will never lose its vibrancy.

      However, the day will fall on bad timing (you know why), but having so much fun with you will have made it worth the while. (Thank you for being a team player.) So much that watching you leave at the end would break my heart. I once read a saying that said “Love is friendship set on fire”. I think cupid’s arrow hit its mark, but the effects were just slower than usual (on my end). 

      From the music you played to the places we visited, it was fun from the moment the day began. From the moment we had to make a quick stop for some Motrin to the realization that I was falling asleep during the late screening of “The Nightmare Before Christmas” in 3-D, everything will be better than expected. In the end I will ask myself “How could a whole day fly by so fast?” 

       On a day like today this will be the third time that you make the trip down to pick me up. The long two-hour drive will eat up your gas and you will go out of your way, but you will do all this for me. This is all so new. And in between our wonderful outings, our conversations will become braver, deeper, honest and to the point. We will be unsure of one another, but inside, our hearts will yearn, our dreams will yearn for one another and I will have to believe that YOU are finally here. The YOU I have been looking for all these years.

      On our way to the movies, you will play a few songs that grab my attention. I will find my heart fluttering wildly sitting next to you. My palms will sweat lightly, it will get very warm in the car (even with the air on), and I will feel this new-found love in my heart. I will be so scared and hating myself for not giving in right away. 

      We will try to stall the end of the night but will be too chicken to agree to anything. And when you drop me off, your embrace will be guided with a kiss on my cheek.  I will melt quietly inside, but kick myself for not returning the gesture. (That night I will get grief from everyone because I didn’t ask you to come in.) 

      The next time you and I meet it will be on your side of the tracks. It will be a little after midnight and I will be driving in strange territory but so excited that nothing else matters around me. The drive will be filled with two hours of nervous anticipation. The windows will be down, hair blowing wilder than a Bjork video. The night will be dark, the ocean to my right, a never-ending darkness. The 75 miles an hour I’m risking still won’t be quick enough. And inside I will be sorry that you had to wait the whole day for me to arrive but my smile will be constant, even if I am a bit sleepy.

      Our hug will feel just a little awkward, like meeting for the first time all over again. But the feeling will end the moment it is felt. You carry my overnight bag and we head into your apartment.

     Our second day will give me the push that I needed. The realization that you were “The One” I waited for. I knew it would be you, but fate has a funny way of making doubt look so inviting. 

     We will drive to every beach you can think of with your music playing, you behind the wheel.  I don’t think my smile has faded since the previous night. The day will truly be perfect. People are wrong when they say nothing is perfect. People who say those things have never experienced the beauty of their surroundings in such a different way. As if every song playing went with each conversation, with each setting; a complicated puzzle seen in another light.

      On a day like today, we will stop at a certain beach, walk around, and I will slip my arm around yours and become much closer. On a day like today I will give in to love, to joy, to butterflies in my heart, to tears from saying goodbye. On a day like today I will let you in and I won’t hide anything from you. You are finally here, the one I’ve waited so long for.

      And when the day is over and you are done caressing my feet, sleepiness will draw nearer, and I will ask you to share the bed with me because I will feel safe lying next to you. We will make small talk and you will put your arm around me before saying goodnight, kissing my shoulder. My soul will silently cry, will melt the scars from past relationships away. I will end up in your arms, face to face, and at the right moment you will lift up my chin and kiss me. (Later on you will confess that you couldn’t believe you didn’t kiss me more that night). We will be just like that movie where the guy gets the girl and every teenage girl will cry, wanting that feeling like I once did.

Sleep will be heavenly, deep, and unforgettable. Lying next to you will be where I want to see myself always.

 I can’t believe you finally found me.


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