A dream come true
3 years ago
I haven't mentioned it before. Recently, I've been reflecting on things. The story I wrote about a young snow leopard meeting an older snow leopard was something that I'd dreamed up years ago. It kind of surprised me when I met Ash. No one knew this inner story, and things kind of unfolded in the most interesting and natural way. It felt like gently falling snow, right into my heart. So it seemed like a dream becoming real somehow, and I didn't expect to find that in life. ... Of course, the story began in my mind many years ago, where I was the young snep. It's another reason why everything was so unexpected. I didn't know what to do with it.
Of course, when we first started talking I didn't think of any of this. I just found him feisty and cute. Fiery even? Amusing to think of, him being a snep. He was fun to message back and forth with. Yet, the way we just kind of were what the other was looking for, perhaps even needed, was intriguing. I kept trying to resist. I had barriers. Defenses. I was wary of feeling, especially for one younger than I like he was. He reassured me, and being Ash, proved himself to be far different than most in his age group. That is, most who I've met. He surprised me with his intelligence, insight, and wisdom. The depth I saw in him held my attention. I couldn't look away. My curiosity was piqued. How could this incorrigible, brilliant cat be real? He was just a kitten. I told him that. And I was smitten. I tried. I tried not to feel. Now ... I can't stop.
It hurts.
Of course, when we first started talking I didn't think of any of this. I just found him feisty and cute. Fiery even? Amusing to think of, him being a snep. He was fun to message back and forth with. Yet, the way we just kind of were what the other was looking for, perhaps even needed, was intriguing. I kept trying to resist. I had barriers. Defenses. I was wary of feeling, especially for one younger than I like he was. He reassured me, and being Ash, proved himself to be far different than most in his age group. That is, most who I've met. He surprised me with his intelligence, insight, and wisdom. The depth I saw in him held my attention. I couldn't look away. My curiosity was piqued. How could this incorrigible, brilliant cat be real? He was just a kitten. I told him that. And I was smitten. I tried. I tried not to feel. Now ... I can't stop.
It hurts.
FA+

V.
Then, I don't know. I am pretty much what you see. I don't hide behind a cloak or try to be anyone other than myself. I don't lie or deceive. I may have depths, characteristics and parts of myself I keep veiled, to protect myself. Only letting others see as they gain my trust, or prove I can open up those pieces of myself. But I don't conceal or mislead. I always try to be honest and forthright. I am what you see at face value.
I give others the benefit of the doubt, always thinking they are the same way. I don't understand being otherwise. It's foreign to me. As much as I can be an empath at times, this is not something I can comprehend. So to find out someone isn't who they seemed to be, it creates cognitive dissonance I can't come to terms with. Whether they mean to mislead, or their motivations changed. Whatever happened, I can't understand. At some level, the person I believed them to be diverged from who they were, or at least, their behavior did. We all can deviate from our typical behavior though. It doesn't require deception.
I still give him the benefit of the doubt. If Ash asked it of me, I'd be there for him. I am forever his friend, even if he's shut me out. Whether my love for him could ever overcome what has happened, I don't know. I have an immense capacity to forgive, but to trust again would take time. Would I be willing to give the time? Yes. Would I be willing to give us a chance? Yes. Do I know if my heart could heal from this? That's the question I keep asking myself every day.
I don't feel like I'm healing. I just feel like my heart is cut open, and I'm bleeding out. And yet ... for the feeling of loving him, and to be loved in return, I would try. I would give him all the time in the world to heal the pain and my trust regain. Because he's Ash.
I have a theory that the next step to phones will be AI that talks to you like a friend. When that happens, people will stop associating with people because they won't need them for that emotional support.
V.
Either way i am happy to see you are still around. *hugs*
Going by what you have told me you need one thing more than anything else at this point though: Time to heal. Ideally supported by your friends.
You know I am here for you to talk with if you need me (albeit I am looking at a move in a few months time)
I am still around. *Hugs back.*
I do need to heal. I don't feel like I have been. I've been slowly bleeding out, getting worse. I can't seem to bandage the wounds fast enough. I have friends, but mostly online, and life doesn't always allow for easy communication. Time zones and more get in the way. Work, school, life in general.
I appreciate your being here, too. I didn't know you were planning to move. That's hopefully a good thing?
And before you suggest it, no, I am not going to look for another housemate. Mostly due to my ..problem with people I don't know. I don't want to exascerbate my mental issues.
This move is an opportunity to maybe move closer to some of my other friends though - depending on whether or not I find a place there.
I can't recall where you live. How far are you from your friends?
Your well wishes are appreciated. Thank you.