It feels as though I've just lost 80% of myself.
I sat in the toilet and cried. Cried for a good 30mins.
Who are the people that know me? Who am I? Dad was staying with me this week. It felt as though he was just an acquaintance. Now I feel it, I no longer belong in the family. What happened?. Nev and Kerryn still looks happy. All 4 of them seem like a happy family. I watch from the side, and I don't see myself with them. They are fine without me. Where were they when I really needed them anyway. Where were they all these years? When I grew up, when I found myself. Were they there?
I lost all my DMAT friends too. All the friendships that I worked on for 3 years. The bond we had with each other. Where are they now. I knew I would lose some after Doreen broke up with me. What happened to all the outings we had, the chilling and talking as a group? Once everyone found their counterparts. They all left.
Even now, with the new NS guys. I can see them as my best buddies. But I'm not ready to let people in. Without fixing what is happening now. They can tell. I was asked whether I was feeling alright. I know my face was fucked up today. My heart was broken, it was shattered. I fell a few times. Once down the stairs. Another while in the toilet. People knew, something was wrong on the inside. They asked. 'You ok, you and your girlfriend doing ok?' I knew my commander knew cause of what I wrote in the survey. But she's not my girlfriend. I want her to be. I want to be her boyfriend. I want a relationship that I believe in, not any other relationship that felt good like the past.
I really appreciate people like this. Second week, and they care.
Maybe I was to blame too. I want to work on a relationship that I believe in. A relationship that I couldn't see the end. Cause we would paint our own destinies together. I gave it everything.
And it all ended within an hour. The futures we painted by the bay. The promises we made while basking in the concrete jungle. The love we poured out amidst bubble filled skies. The most romantic thing I've ever done in my life.
An hour after you got home. Everything crumbled. The foundations we laid, the pillars we erected and the walls we painstakingly built. All that was lacking was the roof that would join us in perfect harmony. Some remains. The foundation is strong as ever. The pillars are still there. Some missing. The walls are damaged, maybe smeared by jealousy and the fear of not ever going back to rebuild the perfect house.
I'm busy trying to repair it. I'm working to the very best of my ability. I know there are troubles along the way. The walls keep falling. Walls on your side are not going to be removed. And part of your heart is somewhere else. I'm trying my best to rebuild what we had on 8 July. The perfect house we set for ourselves.
Will this house ever have a roof. Or is it going to collect water and rot through the storms of life. My full heart will be in that house. It'll glow dimly awaiting it's mate. I know half your heart's in there. That's all I'm holding onto now. I won't force the other half in right now. I'll welcome it in with a grand ceremony. We'll put the roof on our house together. I'll be building the walls that were damaged. I'll be putting in everything to make it complete. For when you return with the other half and the roof, it'll be perfect. I can't do this alone. I need you to work together to build it.
But there's another storm coming. A bigger, deadlier storm. Something that would rip out the pillars that are strong. I'm afraid, the house would be a wreck after. I'll remain. Even if everything falls, my heart will glow ever brightly. Sitting on the remains, looking out over the horizon for a full heart to return. Smiling.
For I will welcome you with open arms.
And we'll put the roof on together.
