Last week though, I flew straight into a mountainside. It was unexpected. I wasn't prepared (as much as anyone can be for these things).
Then it was like waking up from a horrible dream that I can't shake.
Because I misread Him. And fuck it, I'm capitalizing the "H"s again. For the sake of clarity and out of respect. Maybe a little bit too because I love Him and feel like He deserves some recognition from me.
I realize I often misread Him and the situation. He needs to work on communication skills that don't involve three hour in person meetings every time He needs to tell me something. Or I find out things every three or four weeks.
See, He reads this blog. He knows me in several places where He has access to what I'm thinking and feeling. Sometimes my feelings just are. Like I misread the situation, again.
That will likely end up being the story of this blog, at this rate.
When I was expressing myself, it wasn't a confrontation towards Him, though He took it as one. Simply, He wanted to know what was going on in my head. So I told Him.
Fears and doubts aren't always rational or right. That doesn't mean they don't exist and aren't affecting me greatly.
So back to the plane crash. There are things I do after a "plane crash":
- I make sure I'm alive.
- I check out the wreckage.
- Typically it's on fire, so I have to put it out. That can take awhile.
- I do what I have to do, being numb most of the time with occasional bursts of hysteria.
- Figure out where I am so I can find a way to continue on to where I'm going.
I thought I lost Him, for good. Even if it's not the case, my mind began to go through that process.
While I'm keeping it together pretty damn good, I've been crying my eyes out randomly. I'm set off oh-so-easily.
It's going to take some time to realize that the crash and burn didn't really happen. I'm still going to have to heal from it in some way.
This is something I'm not sure He's seeing.
Maybe I'm a little bit afraid to put myself back out there without a better understanding of Him and what He wants.
I think He sees I'm hurting because He feels bad about it. He's afraid of doing it again. But I want to scream, "You can't leave! I can handle the scrapes and bruises. Please don't pull away...because that will break me."
I have it bad for Him. Heck, I'm in love and not afraid to say it. I love Him still, even though our miscommunication hurt me. It was two sided-I don't blame Him.
I see His scars and I want to heal them...I don't care if they were self-inflicted or caused by others.
I want to touch, kiss, and hold Him until He no longer feels alone.
I want to make Him smile each and every day.
I want to feed the Hunter inside of Him, because I'm not afraid and never will be.
I want to help Him grow to be the man He so wants to become.
So yeah, I may be hurting. I may be questioning a little. But I adore and love this man. I will endure for Him, if that's what He wishes.
This pain is but a drop in the ocean compared to everything wonderful He makes me feel.
We both need to not forget that temporary bad doesn't outweigh all the good.