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connorkimbro
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Jan 1970 time: 23:32
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i'll use an example from my own life, perhaps it will help you sort through your own ideas.
i had my heart broken once too. crushed, mutilated, destroyed, utterly. . .
I don't remember how much of it I posted about on apolyton, but a girl i had dated for over 4 years cheated on me and left me while i was at basic training (we were supposedly engaged at the time as well)
needless to say, it took a LONG time to get over that, and i traveled through some rather dark and deep valleys . . . and i'm still "getting over it" in a way.
now, also, more recently, her and i have started communicating again also. after several years of not. a part of me (and what i tell other people) is that we're just catching up. "we can be friends, right?" is what i think.
but deep down inside, i desperately want to be with her again, even though i'm afraid to admit it to anyone, almost including myself. i'm almost scared to talk to her, for fear of what it might bring up, yet i almost have to. . . just in case it somehow works out again.
is this similar to your situation?
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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999 time: 00:32
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and, we have a winner! i'm so terrified of speaking to her i could wet myself... there's also the fact that i had a dream about her not a week ago...
<< this, is bizarre. this one features myself and amanda of all people as the stars. we're councilors for some kind of summer camp for exceptionally gifted children. and by exceptionally gifted, i'm talking four digit i.q., psychic, precocious toddlers, aged 3-9. we're out "camping" in the pavilion, and i'm obviously not thrilled to be working with her, and the feeling is certainly mutual. i feel the pain of loss every time i look at her, but... we're there for the kids, and they're keeping us rather busy.
one particulary precocious four year old asked me:
"why do you want to cry when you look at her?"
i explained the best i could. she does have an IQ five times mine, but her experience is very limited. she is also, still a four-year-old. i guess amanda must have over-heard me, because after the kids had gone to bed, and i stayed up, reading/stargazing/whatever, and she went to bed. but not before giving me this apologetic look. huh? i stay up until dawn pondering this.
the girl came up to me at some point and confessed that she talked to her, and asked the same question to amanda. 'why does he look like he's going to cry...' she then touched my temple and i felt nothing but distilled calm and lucidity. and the child's voice was explaining her understanding of the universe to me. or tired to. most of it went clear over my head. and then i woke up. but i wasn't feeling the loss as much. i still don't to some extent...>>
am i hoping there might be a chance? yes. is that what i really want? not so sure at the moment. doubt is draining that infection more than logic could.
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Ted Striker
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United States of America
Jan 1970 time: 21:32
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