I still get an overwhelming urge to just spend a day with her all cuddled up and playful, in a really platonic, affectionate way. And I know she'd love to do just that.
I guess that makes it more depressing, since she's on the other side of the planet. She says she's coming back someday to where all her friends are, but she'll probably get tied up with art school in Australia. It's hard to let go of, the friendly side. I don't want to ever have to. The romantic side, yeah, far easier.
But, ever got the feeling that no matter what you look like, or no matter what you do, someone will still understand you and love you for precisely who you are? no matter what you wear, or how your health is, or how fat you get, or how foolish you act, they'll understand you and know you and still feel close to you? and you know that as long as you continue to be yourself, you'll never fail to meet their expectations? that's how she makes me feel.
She never, ever deserved the mountain of self-righteous bullshit I piled on her after it ended between us. I'm lucky beyond words to have her around today, and I don't know how I can make it up to her, and I know, I just know, that I don't manage to make her feel the same way. She says that I'm the most understanding person she knows and that she feels really comfortable with me, and maybe that's true. But I don't feel as though I can ever adequately give back what she gives to me, even though she may disagree. She's responsible for gving me the ability to realise all the potential I ever had for self-confidence, through her kind words and closeness, and my attempts to understand who I was and why I said such hurtful things to her, to change myself for the better so that I could continue to maintain some sort of relationship between us without hurting her for her own choices.
It was a learning experience. Most of my feelings and respect for women comes from realising what a complete monster I was during my time with her. I never want past petulant, verbal abuse/unrealistic standards/selfishness/unfair judgement, but I guess I can kind of see into the deranged mental processes of a terribly abusive partner as just an exaggerated extension of the bullshit my mind was coming up with back then.
To have her tell me that I seemed to be the only guy she met so far that she would ever be able to spend and share her life with, even after I'd fucked her over again again and again, was another eye-opener. Made me realise how much damage we could do to people who are only ever trying to help us and show us how much they care. And even today, I feel like if I met her, she'd happily listen to every trouble I had on my mind and then play with my hair to make me all contented and sleepy. Actually, if she'd just play with my hair, that'd be awesome. I respond to that like a puppy.
And oddly, at the end of the day, I feel like she didn't love me as much as I did her. I was her first real crush, after all. Maybe she'll experience it like I did - with her second crush, she'll feel much stronger. Maybe I was just her hyped-up teen romance that seems silly looking back.
I have a crippling fear that she'll be there like that for a guy who might be good, but will do the same thing I did for a long time, and she'll forever try to deal with it and stick with him, same as she did with me. I hope the next guy she gets closely involved in is a better guy then me.
And I really, really wonder why she isn't responding again, and what she's gotten up to now. -_-
Maybe she decided to stop talking to me. I really wouldn't have much of a right to be indignant if it came to that, after all I put her through. If I meet up with her sometime and we're awkward and dissonant, I'll be slightly heartbroken. I feel as though she'll move right on without me.
I miss my friend. We haven't properly spoken in so long that I guess it's doubtful for me to even say that we both get along really well. =/
I mean, sure she's midlly pretentious and over-excitable (yet far too shy), but she has her good points. XD
Sorry for telling you this. It's kind of a mental mess.
EIT: Actually no it isn't, I just got a message from her and now it all just seems like an irellevent shadow over something good we have going.
On the downside, the thought of her off doing something that makes me uncomfortable has started making my chest wrench slightly, again. Now I'm all concerned about her.
For fuck's sake, emotions. Cut that shit out. This is not productive.