The sky is blue, the wind is blowing, it feels like a nice day over all. Pretty soon (within two months) birds will be chirping, trees will be budding, and everyone will be holding hands. Happy couples will be welcoming the warm weather for picnics, hiking, outings. You know the story.
I already see happy couples everywhere I look. It seems as though they're trying to shove it in my face, "Haha, we're happy, we've found someone, you're a loser, all by yourself."
I've never been on one of those picnics. It's a bitter feeling for me, the one that I attach to saunas (the place of my latest, most devastating heart break), Valentines Day, dances, and dates. Don't think I haven't tried. But that's what the total of my entire dating history adds up to--me trying. I've tried to go on picnics. I've tried to make it a romantic beautiful Valentines Day. I tried to be the best girl. I tried to be a good dancer, a good date. I tried to make it work. But I was never able to make it work by myself. I still can't, and yet it seems like that's what I'm doing.
Can people smell fear? Can they tell I'm shaking in my shoes the instant I THINK about being interested in someone? Can they tell I'm afraid of being taken over, of being controlled, of trying too hard to make at least one thing work for once? The first cut really is the deepest, and I know it. It's so hard to heal, but it's even harder feeling like the first cut is the only one you'll ever get. That you'll never get a chance with anyone else to make it right.
But how can I make it right by myself?
How can I even think of another guy without crying? Without shaking, running in the other direction? I try. And that's the worst part. I am willing to give it a try. And God only knows why! I sure as hell don't. But I am willing to go out there and give it my all, right now. Tomorrow, I'm not so sure. Here I am, the queen of perfect timing. There's someone out there I'm actually willing to try with, right now, and it doesn't make a difference. Maybe he doesn't know I'm interested, maybe he's not interested, maybe he doesn't care either way. And I want to try, and he doesn't know. He has no idea what an accomplishment it is for me to even allow my self to trust someone enough to like them. Am I going to tell him? Not now, that's for sure. He doesn't even know me. He wouldn't be flattered by the fact that I want to spend time with a male that could possibly some day have my heart. He would never know what an accomplishment this is... You know, the ability to care for someone.
Haha who am I kidding? It's not an accomplishment for me to care for someone... It's an accomplishment that I would let my guard down... To allow myself to feel for someone. And it scares me, because now that it's down, I'm going to hurt. There's no escape. I'm scared out of my mind, because I know now there's no escape from feeling. If he doesn't like me, I will get hurt. So there's no escaping it, and I'm so scared, but BY GOD I'm willing to try! I WANT to try. That should get me SOME brownie points, shouldn't it?
I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart
And he's taken just all that I had
But if you want I'll try to love again
Baby, I'll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed
When it comes to loving me he's worst
I know now why I haven't found anyone yet... I haven't allowed myself to. I've been too scared, I wouldn't let myself feel, or fall. Falling hurts, you know, it's so hard on the knees, etc.
But I'll try...