I debated whether to write this or not and suddenly realized I had to write it.
You look at her, and you can plainly see that she adores you. She isn’t needy, and you know she can stand on her own without you, but she’s chosen you, just the same.
Neither of you have done anything wrong. It’s not like she’s a bad person, or that you are. It’s just ….you can’t make it work. You’ve both had a sense that might be the case, despite the fairy-tale beginning to your romance. Certain logical inconsistencies were there, which you both chose to ignore. The fact that you are planning to move away, for example. You both knew this going into the romance, but you pretended that plan was over the horizon, unreachable, and out of sight.
What you can’t see, doesn’t exist. Right?
Eventually, the winds of change came; those winds that you can’t see but still affect you just the same, and you both had to face up to it. She was still in denial, I suppose. She hoped, because she hadn’t met anyone in a long while who “got” her the way you do. Frankly, you had hoped, too. You can’t explain it, but for some reason you’re the one with the more realistic outlook. No way is this going to work And so you have to tell her.
It’s quite obvious that it was hard for her to hear, even as she nodded in logical agreement.
Yes, sometimes, that’s the way it happens. You happen to be the desperately gentle fly swatter.
And sometimes, like today, you’re the fly.
The Girl and I are not an item. We have different much different agendas. Something I refused to acknowledge. Go figure. Hope springs eternal and all of that.
Fortunately, the romance was only in the beginning stages so there was no time for any roots to grow deep. I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve never met anyone like her before. She’s not a keeper though, and I’m moving on.
On a scale of one to ten, the suckage quotient, especially given the fact that I’ve been on the giving end of this kind of scenario before, is about a four.
Good thing it’s sunny out, and warm. Time to go for a walk.