(One of those letters we all seem to write at some point.)
In the back of my mind I’ve been assembling the sound track
to the movie of you and me.
I know you have long since moved on, so to even read that sentence might have
you wondering why I’m still thinking or dwelling on you.
I added another song to this soundtrack:
[Always going to be you-Kenny
Literally, in the years since we were constantly
communicating, I have been looking for your replacement. For a long time I
wished to have your heart want me, and want to be loved by
me. I referred to you as “painful” on a regular basis because of your waxing
and waning for me. Disappearing when I said something too loving, and then
returning to pull me in again.
Then, you stopped being painful once we had tickets to
Mexico. I had the greatest two weeks of my life, and yet, I still found myself continually
hoping you would see how wonderful it would feel for you to accept my love.
[Moon & Moon-Bat For Lashes]
You have always been so confusing to me, because you have
always been so easy for me to love. Maybe you remember me saying the
first time I heard your voice: I felt like it already lived inside me. I have
tortured myself trying to understand how you could feel “part of me” from the
beginning. I still marvel that we could seem to be such compatible people, but you
didn’t feel it too.
All the songs you sent me over our many months sounded like
you loved me, because they contained the word love. I let that equate to
believing you cared about me and kept me hanging on. When you sent me [I’ve still got sand in my shoes-Dido] on the
anniversary of my birthday, and literally on the anniversary of us spending
time dancing and kissing on the beach, I saw for the millionth time, you only
want to torture me with MY love for you. And that is not love. I don’t
know who/what I was to you, and I have been looking for the version of you that
would enjoy my love without torture ever since. I wanted to reply to that song,
but didn’t because I was too upset. I’d already told you to stop sending me
songs, so I didn’t send you [Say Something I’m Giving
Up On You-A Great Big World] because I had already given up.
I have been torn by the thought: do I wish I had never met him? Because ignorance
is bliss, and I sometimes wonder if that bliss would be nice to be living in.
There are so many ways I’ve grown because of you, and since you. The hardest
time in my life was after Mexico, when the John void was debilitating. I hadn’t
ever experienced the wholeness feeling your presence created, you fit me so
smoothly I almost didn’t realize how solid I felt with you. Then when you were
gone, and so very far away, I had to figure out how to stitch myself back
together, the void in me was more painful than I ever expected.
THE BENEFIT of having been in so much pain and realizing that I had to heal
myself -by myself -for myself is that I am now pretty fucking amazing compared
to the naive girl that spent time with you in Mexico. She hoped the whole time
you would “choose me” by wanting something like a relationship, not just a
Like a dumbass, my next relationship was also with a guy
whose ex-wife tortured him emotionally, so I had to continually struggle with
that same issue. I know now that in my search for my new John, I will make sure
nobody has ruined his ability to love himself or his ability to receive love.
Because I believe there is nothing greater than MUTUAL adoration and love. You
might be why I tried so hard for two years to make it work with that guy. The
fact that he WANTED my love was what kept me going and hanging on.
I did make an awesome realization because of you both though. There are 4 kinds
of love that make a relationship awesome. He loves her. She loves him. She
loves herself. He loves himself. If all 4 of these are each complete and present,
you can have success. Without one or more, you have something too flawed to
work with. If I am honest, when we were in Mexico, all we had to work with was
She loves Him. One quarter is rubbish love. See, you really have taught me so
much, and not because you were so smart, but because you were so painful.
One of the biggest realizations I made in these years since you, and all the
confusing love songs you sent me, is that nobody has ever been so cruel to my
heart. That fact should carry more weight than anything. Realizing it finally
has helped me see so much clearer.
It was after that I could finally stop wishing for you
because I realized your only desire was to care about me, not to be with me. I
think you were just somehow addicted to sending me music that made me believe
you thought highly of me, that I meant something to you. The complete
LACK of LOVE should have said everything when we parted in Mexico and I was
crying, but you were fine. I felt love, you felt something much smaller.
[I know you care-Ellie Goulding]
We all have to learn lessons in life, we all have to figure
shit out, but what I see again and again is that nobody has ever had such an
effect on my life as you.
I am still single, I am looking again, and what I’m looking for is that amazing
connection I had with you –only better. I can’t help but say it’s my New John,
because there is so much about who you were that I already know fit me
like a glove. The visual of this New John dynamic brings another song to my
soundtrack, [Manhattan-Sara Bareilles] the
line is “I’ll wish this away, dismissing the days, when I was one half of two”.
You didn’t make me whole, you helped me see that I want to be one half of two. Allowing
you to make me complete as just a partial 1, felt awful. Another fitting line
from this song: “And I’ll tip-toe away, so you won’t have to say, you heard me
leave.” I did tip-toe, but I feel like this letter is finally a necessary good
I’m sure you remember I wrote a book about our two weeks in Mexico. I think it
needs to be a movie. (Which is probably why I have so much of the soundtrack
assembling in my mind.) The friends who read the book think I’m an amazing
person. They told me you are not worth my thoughts or my time. They didn’t read
anything in what I wrote about you that had them understanding how I could have
possibly have fallen so head-over-heals for you. I find that so interesting!
That in all my writing, they didn’t fall in love with you too, they just called
you stupid, while I still wished for you.
[El Cerrito Place-Kenny Chesney]
Something that I’ve never quite wrapped my head around is
your saying you didn’t “want to be in a love space” while you were physically
adoring me every moment we were together. That might have been the biggest
mind-fuck of it all. To act madly in love, kissing me at every opportunity
whether it was waiting to cross the street, or strolling the beach in the rain.
Acting like I was important, that I meant something, pretending to be my dream
man, enjoying every minute of me. That “love space” was the space I was walking
in, and you were right there holding my hand. It’s no wonder my heart felt so
broken when I got back home.
[55th and 3rd--Kenny
Then… it was only a couple months after Mexico that you got
into a relationship. As you told me about her, and as you said she wanted you
more in her life, I felt sorry for her. It sounded like she too had fallen for
you, but you just wanted to be fucking her too and not allowing her to feel
something real with you. And yet, you admitted to what sounded like a kind of
relationship. I wonder if you are still torturing her. I hope for her sake you
aren’t, but I bet you are still saying to yourself “No love space!”
Not communicating to you now means you aren’t torturing me, but I am still
thinking about what I learned about myself through all this, what I want to
find in a man now, what a healthy relationship would look like, and what the
red flags are.
[Hide and Seek-Imogen Heap]
Another thing I should acknowledge is that I didn’t learn
from you, I learned because of you.
[Better as a Memory-Kenny
I wish you luck, I wish me luck, and this time I’m starting with the quarter:
She loves herself.
[Once upon another time-Sara