I hate where I am in life right now. I've been having anxiety attacks again. I've kept them under wraps in day to day life. The last three days I've been having a dream about a new ex a day. Yesterday, it was Chris. The day before, it was Mike. Both were very bitter sweet. I woke up crying.
In Mike's dream, we were good friends again. We were walking through the state park by his house and swimming. I was very happy... until I woke up. I'm sure anyone who reads this can remember having a dream where they were so happy because they had gotten something unattainable in real life in their dream, and thought it was real. Then woke up and realised it was all a fiction, a manifestation of their longing, and their heart broke. My heart is broken.
I've been casually meeting just about anyone who is interested in me lately. Friends, aquaintances, people I just met. But nothing seems to distract me from the pain. Especially when my damned subconscious decides it wants to bring all the burning pain in the back of my mind front and center.
I'm a broken man. And nothing short of a miricle is going to make me whole again. Every day is sadness and regret. A blank future and a past that burns with pain. I've found myself in the arms of a lover at least once since Mike went away... but it does nothing for me.
I told myself I would let people come to me. They have. Some have honestly been nearly head over heels for me. But my fears have been confirmed. I can't let them in. I don't love them. I don't even hold the hope that they will like me for long. I don't even really see them as friends. If they went away, I wouldn't cry. If they dissapeared, it'd be ok. It's so wrong. It's so not me...
I know I should be connecting. I should feel something. Heck, I should at least rebound with one of these people, but I don't. I remember a person I met when Chris left. I met him at Ivan's. He was a 19 year old guy. He came over, we talked about our lives and fears and hopes. We connected immediately. I had great hopes for him. I liked him alot. He told me then that he liked me alot too.
Then my luck set in. After he left after our first meeting, he sent me an email and told me that he nearly fell in love with me and that scared him. He was fighting with his sexual orientation and was looking to faith to help him. He wouldn't see me again. He gushed on what a great person I was, then told me goodbye. Just my luck...
I'd really like that to happen again. Minus the sad ending. I want to fall in love again. But with this huge shield around my heart, how will I do it? The only person I hold very much hope in right now is Adam, the guy I met through Ron. But even that hope is tempered. He refuses to commit to anything at the moment and won't even say if he'd date me if he could. His situation is far too complicated to write here, but he is the one I want. But he is also the one that would be the most work to get to. And even then, there is no guarentee I'll get anywhere. What if he decides against me? Then what?