Hours, part 2

I did meet him and, of course, it was lovely. Yes it was. I got all of three hours (which, naturally, weren’t nearly enough). We do still have things to talk about, thanks for that.

He did tell me that he admired (!) me, but said again that he can’t have another relationship. Can’t have or doesn’t want to have, I wonder. I cannot control my feelings most of the time, although I did not start to sob in his presence. I am still not willing to give up hope, although I know that it is a dangerous thing.

Even as a friendship it seems to be an uneven thing; I have not heard from him yet although a week has passed. He professed that he enjoyed my company, but I have a feeling that if I didn’t constantly insist on keeping up contact, it would fade sooner or later. This just hurts.

Again, I am counting hours. We loosely agreed on the month in which to meet next, but that is it. So I have more than 2500 hours to endure until then. One month of waiting for one hour of being with him. And that’s just innocently spending an afternoon together. There might be more after that, but not quite the way I really want.

I can’t give it up.

Please understand

A lot has happened in the past few months. Really a lot. Good stuff. I can’t really explain, but now that it seems to be really good, I fear that I’ve blown it. He still hasn’t seen the blog, but I’ve tried to explain a lot – maybe way too much – in writing. Full out confession. I know that it won’t get me where most expect I want to be at, but that’s not what I really want. I know I’ll be permanently unhappy, at least in a way, when I go on like this, but I can’t give it up. I so want to be his friend, or rather stay his friend, truly, but I also want to stay in love with him.

Hours

I’m counting hours again. 166. I know it’s not even certain. I wrote him a text, but I haven’t got an answer yet. But then, he doesn’t usually answer my texts. I really hope he still finds me interesting. I feel a bit stupid insisting on a meeting, but I can’t do without one.

I can’t trust that everything will be fine. I can’t. I might seem desperate, but then I am. The last mail was quite positive, but I can’t relax. 

I really hope that it will feel good. That I will feel good. I have to send out applications before that. I need to have something to show for. And I seriously need to find work. If only to impress him. I know this isn’t true. My life needs to go on. Even, worst case, without him. I hope this won’t be the case. But I can’t centre it around him like that. I know.

Better now

I got an answer. He even thanked me for writing back so quickly. Agreed on meeting next week. Hopefully. Had to seek some advice. The person was amazed at the rounds I was going in not letting him know how I really feel. I have a feeling the friendship is going backwards, if it had ever been one. I don’t want to have to beg. He once told me to stop being sorry. I still don’t know what to think of all this.

My data might be lost for good. S***. I need to look forward not back, literally, in general.

Don’t tell me

We loosely agreed to meet again. Loosely. I know. However, he cancelled. I’m devestated, but I know I shouldn’t be. I am. It hurts so *** much. I’m not being fair, but I am taking it personally. I should be glad for him. Difficult to explain why. I’m not being a friend. I feel so hurt. Don’t tell me that this, too, shall pass. I refuse to believe it. Wrote him again. Very shortly after. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to seem desperate. But then I am. Hoping for an answer, again. Please. This can’t be true. I refuse to believe that one day I will laugh at this.

Not to worry

I met him again. In private. Yes, I just asked. It was different than the first time and I was afraid that he was a bit bored. But then, my expectations were high this time around. We did talk for two hours. There were so many things I didn’t ask. I should really be grateful instead of fretting. There was a long hug after that. I came over again a few weeks later and asked him out to lunch with only a few hours’ notice, and of course he couldn’t make it. He wrote me a short e-mail a day later and yet another one two days after that. I was just so glad about that. I really want to think of him as my friend. I told him that I worried about him; however, he told me not to. What I meant to say was that I cared about him and I do. Deeply. I really want him to be well. I know he is struggling. I wish I could help. In a way I can, but I’m also afraid of doing it wrong. Just not doing anything at all isn’t the way to go, either. I love him so, but I want him to still think of me as a friend, too.

Original post, September 8th

Good thing that nothing really ever gets lost on WordPress (or is it?). Here is the original post of seven weeks ago that I thought was gone, since I didn’t have time to press the “publish button”. Thanks for auto-saving.

I have seen him today. It was lovely, but as I thought I didn’t have the courage to ask him for another private meeting. I will see him – hopefully – in six weeks and will definitely ask then, because I need something to look forward to. Even the six coming weeks seem like an incredibly, unbearably long time. I think I got slightly drunk. I called S. and asked him to remind me not to be so hard on myself tomorrow. I learned that he had had an accident even before our last time. I does explain a lot. I was stupid enough to ask him to answer my mails, even though he did answer the last one. They drove me across town so I had an easier time getting where I needed to go, but they professed that they weren’t going out of their way. Again, I should be so thankful for all that. I’ll write a quick mail thanking them again and saying that I got home alright (If that is ever the case), maybe apologising just quickly for scolding him unneccessarily. Turns out someone else was not ignorant of me after all. Sounds a bit like a horoscope with me trying to avoid all names, but it is necessary.

Friday the 19th

I got an e-mail again today. Friday is new. It seems like he writes when I least expect him to. He was sick again. I know I shouldn’t worry, but it does seem as though his immune system is a bit out of whack. Can’t wait to see him again. One more month. Hope we’ll meet privately after that; this time I’ll bring a “cheat sheet”. I also know that he needs some time, as all friendships (yes, I talk of friendship now) do. Must “work” on my other (real) friendships more, but these I tend to take for granted. I know that I mustn’t.

I’ll have two consultations next week. Hope these will “make me work”. I know I have to get there myself, just need directions.

No weigh-in this week. Might go back to WW temporarily, after a planned pig-out on Monday. I’m provisionally on WW now, so no excuse about not starting before Monday. Did the treadmill on top of Power Plate session yesterday, walked 4k in 45 mins. 100 miles in 100 days? I’m there already. One of these days I’ll start running.

*update: I walked 5 miles on the treadmill. My legs now hurt. I know that it’ll take a year until I’ll be able to run 5k at beginners’ level. But I might get there, eventually.

I love him. But I really want to be his friend. Really.

I tried to post a few days ago, but my time ran out before I could save the entry. I saw him again and it was lovely as ever. However, I haven’t asked him for a private meeting yet. I will see him again in 39 days and hope there’ll be a chance to ask then. Still, I hope that he’ll say yes. I first of all hope that an opportunity will arise to ask him at all then.

I’m getting a consultation tomorrow, but I don’t know yet whether I will touch upon this subject at all. I think I have to, as this so dictates my life right now. I hope I have not done anything wrong last time. Waiting for an answer to a short email again …

I’ll very soon be under ten stone. My goal is to drop under sixty kgs before October 19th.

I really really hope that he’ll agree to meet me in private again. Please. I need to talk to him again. Is it because I am genuinely interested in him or is it because I crave somebody’s – anybody’s – undivided attention? I do think that I want to find out as much as I can about him, because I do care. I so hope he finds me interesting enough to fill another four hours. It was so unexpected, but as usual, I was not entirely able to enjoy the time I had with him. I need to work on this. I so hope he’ll say yes. I need something to look forward to.