Wednesday, April 22, 2015

.:. You .:.

People always ask me why I picked you. Why I didn't try to go for someone else. I would tell them, "You just don't know him like I do." or, "He's my best friend." Very generic. Nothing deep. They wouldn't care to listen if I gave them the whole answer.

So, why did I choose you? Because I did. It's simple, yet elaborate.

With you life seems simple, yet elegant at the same time. In a room full of people, even when I know you won't be there, your face is the first face I look for. I'm hoping maybe one day you'll pop into one of my classes but I doubt that will happen. I love seeing your name pop up on my phone. I am drawn to you in a way I've never been drawn to anyone else. You make me calm. Being in your presence excites me and allows me to be myself. Since knowing you I've laughed extremely hard, and you've allowed me to be me without the judgments.

I never would've thought I'd end up liking you when I first met you. I mean, I was dating your best friend. I was more concerned about you liking me for him rather than you liking me as me. But as they say, life happens and feelings change. As hard as it was on both of us, I had to let him go to have you. You had to lose him for quite a while to have me. It brought us closer, just like everything since then. And after some hard work and patience we got his friendship back.

I've watched you grow and change into the person you are today. You pushed me to do better and be better. You helped me grow and change and showed me the power of being resilient. That bouncing back is the best thing you can do in life. You showed me that I am enough and don't have to change. That's not to say that you have bounced back from everything or you haven't felt down on yourself. But you got through it all and that's what matters.

I see who you are in multiple different lights. I've seen your faults and your strengths. I've seen you inspire people. You inspire people to be energetic, talkative, optimistic, caring, and open. That's what you are. You are full of positive energy. You are a phenomenal conversationalists. You care, maybe a little too much sometimes and maybe not enough. You're open to others, their stories, thoughts, or concerns. You put other people at ease, you put me at ease. You are a stellar friend. I see you being a great teacher, husband, and father. You are so much more than what you're not -- you are already full of so much greatness. Sometimes I wish you could see what I see. I'm in awe of you and what your presence does to others.

We are two puzzle pieces. I didn't realize from the beginning but I see it now: We fit together. We tried many times to get it right. One of us turning to try to fit with the other, eventually we got it right. If the rest of my life was eating pasta, next to you, watching the sunset well, that would be one hell of a life to live. You still make me anxious, but in the best way. You get me. You get the Disney, the traveling, the kids, the food. You understand me. You make me anxious and calm me down at the same time. I'm not worried about things with you because I know with you, everything will be fine.

It's you. Always.

I fee close to you. I trust you. I see a future with you. I see us building a legacy together. You're special to me. Together we're something spectacular. They say life is always about timing. We've gotten the timing wrong so many times before. But we've both grown. You became more you and I became more me. We've both grown into the adults we're supposed to be. I'm not as shy, timid, or uncertain with you. I know what I want. I want you. I want us.

We talk about "friends always first" and that's great. I'm glad we're making this pact to always be in each others lives. Eventually we'll have to put a label on us. If anything "Best Friends" will always be our label. But sometimes I'm hoping for something a little more.

If you read this, which I doubt you will, it's up to you. I know why we're playing the waiting game. Sometimes you just need to jump and take a risk. Remember we've both grown and matured so things are on the right track.

The ball is in your court. If you want me, I'm all yours.


Monday, April 13, 2015

Distance

Distance.
Miles.
Towns.
Roads.
Time.
People.
Space.
Distance.

It can be a very physical thing. I am 295.6 miles from home.
It can also be a very internal, emotional thing. I feel like I am a thousand miles away from you.
It can be both. I am 295.6 miles away from you but I feel like we are a thousand miles apart.

How do we get distance?

The physical distance is pretty self explanatory. You live in separate places. My home is in Sheridan and I live in Laramie.

The internal, emotional distance is not so self explanatory. When focusing on one person it's generally a mutual thing. But it can be one person pulling away from the other. I'm guilty of doing it and I've had it done to me.

I think we forget sometimes that the person we are distancing ourselves from is a person too. They have feelings. They have their own thoughts. Without good communication their thoughts and feelings seem to disappear. We live in a very egocentric society. We worry about how things affect (effect? I'm never sure which to use...) us, but not how it affects (effects) others.

Not that these people will ever read this, but I need to apologize for how I treated you. I knew it was wrong but I didn't want to hurt you, even though distancing myself like I did hurt you even more.


I notice the little changes and shifts in conversations with people. How often we talk now versus how often we talked a week or month ago. Even the ways in which we communicate. Facebook? Texting? Calling? Email? Face to face? What we actually talk about. Everything.

Generally, if I want you to be in my life, I make an effort to keep you in it. That's a pretty general thing that I think most people follow.

I get stuck sometimes thinking that everyone thinks like I do. "I'm talking to you because I like having you in my life. I'm going to make an effort every day to do that." That's how I feel people think because that's how I think. But I'm learning that's not the case.

Some people  pride themselves in communication and how well they might be able to navigate a conversation but their communication skills are sometimes less than par. And that's where the distance begins to start.

Communication is key to anything. Humans are social beings. If I notice someone not communicating how they convey their feelings, I question things.

When I question things my mind starts spinning a web that probably isn't the greatest. It's messy and filled with lies that my head made up. But are they all lies? Nobody will really know.

I'm just noticing a huge shift in conversation. It's not pleasant. I feel a distance growing. Maybe I should text you more..but the chances of a reply are slim. If I bring it up I'll just be rehashing things that should be left in the past with you.

I also put things into perspective. What they might be doing, their free time, etc. Maybe they can't respond right now, but they'll respond eventually, right? No. Just no. They don't respond.

But I'll keep texting you, sending you messages, in hopes that you'll actually respond to one.





Distance.
Slowly growing.
Slowly getting smaller.
Slowly making things hard.
Distance.