This is going to be long and painful. I have to get this whole story out of my system, though, because I just went through the day feeling as though I was suffocating and bursting into tears at inopportune moments.
Here’s the story:
I dropped out of college last year and got a full-time job at IKEA. I needed some time off, some growing room. I started there in May and immediately met a very wonderful man, James. He had heard that I wrote poetry and wanted to read it. He wanted to see my artwork, listen to me, know all about me. No one in my life ever treated me as kindly as he did. It was a completely new experiance. A week or so after knowing him, he wrote me this incredible note saying that I was such a beautiful person, that I inspired him and made him see a goodness and kindness that he had never experianced before. So I fell in love with him.
He had a girlfriend, though. I listened to him complain about her, I held him when she broke his heart. I managed to not love him so actively while he was with her. I kept quiet about my feelings and was quiet happy with our friendship. We are are like the same person split in half: we have everything in common. But still, there’s so much about him that I admire and aspire to. He’s taught me more than I can say about integrity and being truthful and opening myself up to life - just living, and beingreal and happy that I’m experiancing everything to the fullest. He’s taught me a lot about the person I want to be. I’ve grown a lot in the past year and much of it has stemmed from him.
Three months ago he broke up with his girlfriend, and at the same time he found out his parents were divorcing. I was there for him, held him when he cried, gave of myself to him 100%. The crazy thing was that I had no ulterior motives - it was enough to just be with him. I threw myself completely into the feelings, recklessly, and didn’t care about the consequences. We started spending all this time together. He started dating someone but told me he realized that she wasn’t like me - she couldn’t understand him. I really believed that he might love me back. I got my hopes up, decided that even though I wasn’t beautiful or perfect, he might care for me in return. We went out dancing one night and ended up saying some very intense things, and I fooled myself into thinking that what he said meant he loved me.
Of course, the consequences arrived. I had told a trusted friend and this friend told him, last week. Tuesday. I was humiliated, horrified, embarrassed. He e-mailed me and said that everything would still be okay between us, and I managed to believe that until Saturday. We worked together, and we talked, and I told myself that I could be happy just being his friend.
I saw that I was fooling myself Sunday night, though. Our department had a meeting at a local bar for work (we got permission; the company picked up the beer tab). I’m not good at playing mind-games, with myself or with anyone else. I realized that unless he loved me in return, I wouldn’t be happy with friendship. It’s the first time in our whole friendship that I’ve been selfish, and maybe I’m completely out of line saying that. Maybe I should just be content. But I’m a horribly emotional person. I feel things very passionately and very deeply, or not at all. It’s allor nothing with me. And I can’t keep loving him wholeheartedly and not getting what I need in return. Two years ago, I might have just pined silently for him, but I can’t do that now and look myself in the mirror.
We talked a little at work, a little at the bar. We got drunk and said some things. But there were always people around when we tried to talk, so he told me to e-mail him (he knows I’m better with words that speech). So I wrote him a long, long e-mail and confessed it all - that I had loved him, that I loved him still. I haven’t heard back from him yet (somehow, I don’t think he expected what I wrote).
So now I’m left feeling like half a person. He doesn’t love me back. I’m not good enough for him. I feel transparent, like the punchline to a really bad joke. I’m pathetic. I’m humiliated and embarrassed, and I have to see him at work tomorrow.
The only think I can think to do is get another job. I did some window displays at a cool store downtown, and they offered me a position at the same pay I make now. I would have the same hours and everything. I hate leaving IKEA, because although I bitch about it, I really adore the people I work with and the friends I’ve made. But I don’t think I can stop loving him if I have to see him all the time.
I am pathetic. He doesn’t love me and I still love him back. I’m crying over someone who will not cry over me. Every word he’s written me - the painting he did for me of my soul - the notes, the cards, the drawings - I can’t stop looking at them and crying. I’ve really never felt so horrible in my entire life.
So what do I do? How can I stop loving him? Will leaving solve anything? He knows me so well, I know him so well. We’re flip sides of the same coin. We share the same loneliness and sadness, we share the same viewpoints and love for life. We love getting lost and driving around for hours. We will both sit in a pier in the freezing cold just to watch a beautiful sunset. I’ve never met anyone like him, and I’m afraid I never will again.
That’s my story. Anything you have, give it to me. I need some ideas and opinions, because right now all I’ve got is me, and I’m not reaching any conclusions here.
I wish I could just take off my skin and walk away from myself right now. I’m usually not a depressed person, and I can honestly say that this is my lowest, ever. The worst part is, I have no one to blame but myself. I used to think that the someone breaking my heart was the worst pain ever. Now I’ve broken my own heart, and it hurts more than I thought possible.
Please help.