Friday, December 27

Dumbfounded.



 It was almost impossible to be unmoved.


I haven't texted him 'Thank you', as I normally would after every lift home. I think he has heard enough of Thank yous in the period of our friendship. It's probably not what he wants to hear the most. When I saw him at that same spot with the present, my heart sank. It sank because I knew I would definitely be touched by what I was going to see and it sank at the realization that this could be the start of another cold war. If we had hit a raw spot. After all the episodes we've gone through, he seems to find the will to give again. Although he didn't mention anything last night.
 
I feel like my Thank yous have become a form of disappointment to him. I'm a little tired of disappointing someone whose best intentions has been to add to my happiness and take care of my well-being. Conditionally or unconditionally... I cannot deny the genuineness of his actions. I do not care much for male friends who come and go but J is obviously more than a guest appearance in life. I desperately want to keep this friend close. There are many things about him that I appreciate. Some days the niceness amplifies; I notice him allowing me extra patience or that softer tone of voice. I want to strangle him, ask why he hasn't listened at all, to set his horizons wider in seeking what he deserves. Or maybe he has. Maybe this is a friendly gesture that requires no return. I don't know.

It doesn't matter how many times I believe I've made my stand clear. I wish I was able to cut my heart open for a moment, just so I can prove it isn't that I am unfeeling or proud. I simply have zero capacity inside, to hold a second person at this point in time. For a long time. I will continue even if I'm alone in my own wait until these feelings are displaced.

Nevertheless this is the most sincere Christmas gift I have received. It is my favorite. Thank you for the awesome arts and craft session, and thank you for such a privilege.