The last of the last; confliction.

The Last Message via Facebook

It's finally over, finally done, our last goodbye, and this time I am sure of it.

All this time, this past few months before our break up, I always thought that I didn't love him anymore, but it was through this month of losing him, and getting through all the confusion that made me realize something, that even though my heart was numb for him, I still loved him very much. And it hurts extremely much.

All the sex we had, and all the jokes we made, the times we spent together was enough for me to fall for him again. I finally understood why he wanted to keep his distance.

I finally understood why he'd rather be mean to me than to express his kindness in any sort. I finally understood why when I initially started staying at his house, he pushed me away and isloated me in the room by myself rather than keeping me company, because he knew that by staying there it'd only trigger unnecessary memories, and unnecessary pain.

He is doing well off without me, he is able to keep on track, work out and hangout with his friends at his own free time, he get to take on control of his life again. Something I'd always throw him off of his track because of my personality and how when I want something I'd have to get it attitude.

Throughout this week where we spent together, from Monday night to Friday morning/Thursday night it was unforgettable. We went from barely touching to having sex in the car as our last good bye. He said that he doesn't have feelings for me, and that he feels bad after we have sex because he feels like he is taking advantage of me, but then the thing is that I don't know how I feel about him, for a minute i could feel like I don't have feelings for him, and in another minute it feels like my heart is racing when he is around. I am not sure if it's the hormones that is doing the trick or what not, but its really confusing.

I want to know how he feels, I want to feel what he feels so I know how and what to do.

I found his journal the other day while he was at work, because he didn't really hide it well, but then there was an entry that he recently wrote, an entry that he wrote a day before I went to his house again. I assumed he wrote it after i texted him asking if i could stay over again.

Here's what he wrote:

"It's not fair, I don't want her to stay. I am an independent man who does whatever he wants whenever he wants too. She just can't leave me alone. The stress just gets to me. It's like I'm dating her all over again and its not fair. I can barley write about this!!! its not fair. Okay I'm done."

Then follow by a bunch of pen shading and i guess angry slashes.

when i read it, it got to me, perhaps he was tired of me, tired of the relationship and there is no hope. when i stayed at his house, i told myself not to do nip pick on things, after all i am staying there unwelcome.

I dont understand him at all, if he really doesn't want me to be there, why did he say yes? I asked him why, and his response is because when there's someone in need of help, he wants to help when he is able to. And with the fact that he have a free room to offer, and he is able to, he wants to help.

He says that he is helping out of his pure kindness and nothing else, this doesn't mean he have feelings for me, it doesn't mean he wants the relationship back, all itmeans is that he is just being nice, not because he feels obligated.

And that i shouldn't take his niceness in as anything else.

But how can i not? Being in a relationship with him for the past 9 month, and now I have to move on, yet i am living under his roof, (or was) and was being taken cared of by his mom. Through all and all, him keeping me company at night and you know, talking to me, staying up watching arrested development on Netflix with me. There is just so much that we did together, although not as couple, but its tempting to make me want to go back to how we were before.

its true that I'd rather have his kindness and the way he was treating me than the cold treatment he had gave the first day, but then I am beginning to question maybe he is right to believe that cold treatment would've been nicer. It would've definately shoot me down a lot faster, and bring me less hope than i have now.

After all, we had sex, and kissed. You don't just kiss and say you have no affection towards that person. Pablo said he doesn't feel anything and that if anything it's his hormones mostly, what the hell am i suppose to say? Am i suppose to be like let me check to see if that's the case?

 On the last night, the night where he dropped me off, we were in the car talking and hanging till late, 4am to be exact.

And through those time, we held hands, we kissed and we had sex. Everything seemed like the way it was before we broke up, and he told me that he doesn't want to try again (yes I can't believe I asked again) he said that it is better for the both of us in the long run. And that he doesn't want to get physically, emotionally involved, and that he just doesn't trust me.

I want to tell him this time is different, i want to earn his trust again, and tell him that I understand his priorities now and that things will be different. that we learned from things, and we are able to change, and i told him that i can wage anything on this, to say that this time around it would work because of all of that.

but he said, this is why he didn't want to get close to me, to give me the hope of getting back together when we are not. he said that even just spending this week with me, he didn't sleep well, eat well, and he just haven't been productive etc. And I know it's true, because I was the one who dragged him on, because i told myself that if this is the last few days i am going to spend with him, i might as well make him stay up with me, because the selfish me wants to spend more times with him before i can't spend any more time with him. And he even was late for work because of my presence (although it was from his temptation that lead him to being late to work in the first place).

But all in all, he said that he was still physcially attracted to me, and that's why we were still able to have sex, but that emotionally he isn't.

What the hell is that suppose to mean.

I want to know how he feels at this point, i want to know what he is thinking and everything, but i feel like it will be useless and the chances are, he doesn't feel the same way for me as i feel for him, if i feel anything for him.

I am conflicted I don't even know how the hell I am suppose to feel right now. 

Morning Oral

Last night when he came back, it got a bit awkward because of what happened right before he left for the soccer game.

We never really talked about it after his hormones gone down, so when we finally sat in the same room and talked about it, it got weird.

He told me, “Jenny, I need to talk to you.”

Then he continues the sentence with, “Sorry,”

He pushes the friends for benefit thing off of the table, but then again we were all drained and out of hormones to deal with our desires if we had any at the moment.

“I took advantage of you and your emotions when I shouldn’t have, and I am sorry”

He pauses a bit and then continues, “this is wrong, and its not healthy, its not right for you, that I am just taking advantage of your feelings for me for my sexual pleasure”

When girls hear things like that I mean they should feel good because the guys actually realizes what they’re doing ( I mean sure it’s after he finished that he realized all that but hey better than never right).Better late than never.

But I didn’t want that, I liked what we had and wouldn’t mind continuing it.

I don’t know if it was the fact that we’re not suppose to be doing it that is getting my heart racing, or just my horny hormones in general, but the original feelings I had for him were long gone. In fact it was when he left for the soccer game that I was still shaking in shock of what happened and other half of me confused.

In some senses it felt like how it felt when we first started hugging each other a year ago, heck the only difference is we already dated.

So what if I never had feelings for him and all the feelings I had were just urges and the need for someone to be there?

It’s a scary thought in the long run, but what if I never loved him, and he never loved me and we just thought that the feelings we had were love when it really wasn’t love to begin with.

I know what I had with my first love was definitely love, sure there were hormones involved but I had a thing for him for 7, 8 years nonstop. Something I didn’t have with anyone else.

The scary thought got to me while I was dining too, what the hell did I put myself through the past year?

Heck did I even love the last boyfriend I had before this one?

Did I ever love? Or are they all just feelings I have fabricated and none of them were actually real? What if they were just all hormones and all that?

So anyways the night ended with this can’t ever happen again and that he was sorry about what he did and all.

But then the next morning, right when I thought all of this were gonna be over, he came into the room to wake me up to eat breakfast because he had to go to work and couldn’t prepare my food and so he wanted me to watch the soup and prep it myself.

Then I reeled him in, well not really, just grabbed his hand because he was trying to shake me while I am half asleep.

And strangely, he leaned over and let me pull him. And slowly he got onto the bed right next to me. The Twin size bed.

And from there I hugged him initially, and it led to almost what happened yesterday.

He kept repeating, “I hate you” even though let’s admit it, he doesn’t

Appearantly he said he saw my boobs earlier and it was my fault that got him all like that, but the half asleep me have definitely nothing to do with it. Come on, I was half asleep, his wondering eyes got to see my cleavage, oh I am sorry for having some, its not like I purposely pop em out and be like here it is.

From him originally rushing because he was going to head off to work, to him being on bed, not wanting to go to work anymore because of his sexual desire, and because of what his penis is telling him, its kind of interesting to see how weak men really are when it comes to things like this.

I mean nothing besides snuggling happened, and then 2 minutes before we left, he said, “I will kiss you but then after we really have to get up.”

Haha bad idea, of course it led to wanting to stay longer, but anyways when we finally got up and headed to the kitchen and started prepping food, and was on a wheel chair while he was standing. So my head was the same height to his waist, and of course you guessed it, a bit of oral happened.

So much for promise me that this is not going to happen again. We all know we are bad with those kind of promises.

He even said something that surprised me, “I mean you have one more day here, we might as well make the best of it with that day left.”

Never expected him to say that.

Humans have their desires that aren’t going to be fulfilled that easily.

But I pushed him out to actually leaving for work because girls have more self control than guys when it comes to these things, weirdly enough.

He changed and left.

I thought you know maybe  after he left he is going to get a good shake and realize what happened was wrong and you know stop there, but then when he got to work he texted me that, “My boss isn’t even here….We could have “delayed traffic” a little longer (-___-)” because when he said he was late for work, I told him to tell his boss that there was delayed traffic.

But I never expected him to text me that when he was at work.

I thought you know it would hit him, but then again if our sexual tension isn’t released I guess it’s really hard to make much of a right decisions.

We will see where it goes from here. I will keep my digital journal updated since I have nothing much else to do anyways.

Loosen Grip and Letting Go.

I don’t understand myself anymore. Thinking that I’d be okay, and that I lost all the feelings and that I am finally numb of it all. Who am I kidding? The deepest wounds are still there, and the scars that are fixed so perfectly well still hides the pain that’s underneath.

A few days ago when we parted, I found peace, I thought that I’d be okay, thought that you know, all is well. That I have finally learned to let go, and then it was then that I asked myself, was I happy? And the answer then was calmly a yes. I was satisfied and I wished onwards to where ever he is venturing. Pedro, my ex who broken up with me who for the past month, whom I have am painfully not over with.

Why did I even come back to this place where I potientially can get attached and get hurt again? What was the original purpose of this? This time around there was no back up, there was no thoughts. In my heart, my guts told me to just do it, without my brain in second hand command.

Miscarriage and the aftermath was already done and taken cared of. Pedro took time off of work, took time off of his friends to care for me, just like how his parents took their spare time to make me food, to make sure I was okay. And yes, I was grateful for their constant support and beings of here. However it only in a sense makes me desire for more. Although half of me told myself that it is enough, but there is always a little part of the human nature, like in Adam and Eve, that is just not enough. And there’s always that small greed part of all of us that makes us pounder, what if we took that chance and try to strive for more? I mean sure you got all that you want on this plate right now and you’re happy, but what if you can be happier and have more? Wouldn’t you want that?

That, I guess was my feelings then when I intitated the second time around of caretaking request by Pedro. Asking him to take me in after he sent me home because I had to babysit. I was used to the care, used to the company, well not used to it, but liked it so much that I’d like more.

I told half of myself that it’s enough and that I should be happy with what I have had and just leave the memories to that, but the greed side of me disagreed. And now it landed me here, finding out the truth about things.

When we originally parted, I tried to give Pedro a goodbye kiss, and he was shocked, and similarly I was shocked too. I no longer had the feelings I had for him that I thought I’d have when I kiss him, and his face just seemed extremely unpleasant.  That was the time that I finally got my peace, because I realized I also have lost my feelings for him officially. That the kiss meant nothing and felt like when I kissed my other ex when we tired to rekindle things.

A huge sense of calm and happiness followed because I realized I can finally let go, and it was then that I was able to look at his belongings that still resides in my room, and I was able to clear it all out into a box. Sure I was unable to look at photos of us together, but then again that’s asking for too much.

I was happy for a whole day until I came back to Pedro’s house and under his care again. He told me that this time around it would be different because he won’t be able to be home all the time like it was last weekend, that he won’t always be around because he have work and other plans. Of course he didn’t really shared much details to what that plan was.

Initally through text the night before when I first asked if I could stay over once again, he told me that he’d be out the whole Tuesday night and not come back home, I assumed it was just a drinking party the whole time. Later on he corrected himself or perhaps changed his mind and told me that he’d probably come back late, perhaps at 12am or something along the line. Again, I thought it was just a regular party and perhaps he changed his mind about sleeping over, but I assumed it was just lots of drinking and then bam sleep over. But it was later that night after our long talk that lasted till 3:30 am that landed me onto the bed in the guest room of Pedro’s house, and swiped through my phone that I realized it was her birthday. The girl whom was Pedro’s best friend until I told Pedro to not be friends with her because I was jealous of how close they were, the friend who caused our multiple fights and one break up (that didn’t successfully broken up, thank god), the girl who made me feel extremely insecure and gave me multiple nightmares.

It was then that it all makes sense. That Pedro is going to celebrate her birthday with her. Of course he wouldn’t tell me what it was and just phrase it to him needing to “get out” before school starts. And what am I to stop him from going out? Im not his girlfriend, I am nothing but a girl who used to hold his kid and now is just under his care because he is simply being nice. Heck, it’s none of my business. I guess somewhere in my long term memories it just bugged me to know that the person I’d want to see him with is going to be celebrating her birthday with him. And that he is going to stay the night, and if not, come back really late.

Honestly I don’t know what is going to come out of tomorrow, all I can hope for is that he’d come back early, and that he’d do it because he feels morally right to do so. Of course I can’t say much because he have already stopped caring for me, and that he have already lost all the feelings he had of me and there is no point in seeking for what is already lost. Sure there may be a few tingle here and there, but its not enough to ignite what have already been blown out.

Our love was past tense, his care was past tense, we were past tense. We were last chapter.

He said during our conversation that he is the happiest he have ever been in his life. Ouch, but hey I should be happy for him, for whatever he chooses to do with his life.

I want to be the bigger person, and let go. I want to stop holding on such a tight grip to things and be the envy one. Greiving over things I can’t have, over the people I can’t hold on to. I should be happy that it once happened rather than being sad that it no longer happens. Because life is short and we can only look forward onto bigger and better things, there’s no time in looking back because that’s just dumb.

 Maybe one day somewhere along the line we’d meet eye to eye again and he’d want to start a friendship again. Maybe one day when we are mature enough to handle each other, because as of now, it almost seems like he doesn’t want anything to do with me after all of this is over.

And I don’t blame him, having an ex as a friend is just a bad idea waiting to happen. And he just really have good self control to not make it happen. Honestly, I need to relax, loosen my grip and just let it go and see how it goes tomorrow and pray for the better, because honestly that’s all I can do right now. 

Because sometimes when you hold things too tight you not only hurt others, but in the process you'd hurt yourself too.