I just found this out and I realize I’ve been working very hard to not know this.
Very hard. In fact, I’ve tried to not know this for the last 6 months but to no avail.
I’ve been forgotten. It’s true. It’s as if I never existed.
I’d rather be hated and yelled at than not ever be thought of again.
It’s a feeling that runs right into one’s soul and you can’t seem to get your wits around it.
You’ve tried every excuse and justification that you can think of.
1) He’s really busy and doesn’t have time.
2) He knows he blew it and doesn’t know what to do.
3) He thinks about you all the time and is afraid to call.
4) He found someone else and regrets letting you get away and is too proud to admit it.
5) He’s dead, sick, in a coma and can’t call or email.
Round and round it goes. Then you see his posting on Facebook and you know.
He’s fine and doesn’t even think about you. Hasn’t taken the time to respond to your email from a week ago and it’s not because he’s dead, it’s because he just doesn’t care.
You hate social networks and right now think they have all been created by Satan himself in order to torture all us rejected souls and try to make us do something really stupid like blasting someone with a posting or an email or start to obsessively check their page every hour of every day and constantly pull our hand away from the “send” or “enter” key.
You even start to battle the evil thoughts of hoping they are miserable or suffering some imagined disease because of their stupidity in not knowing how you really are worth everything, every sacrifice they could possibly make just to be with you or knowing that your friendship and empathy is so rare that it is to be treasured.
But you know your thoughts and feelings are just bouncing around inside your head and you’ll never speak them. Your friends think you are fine and the honest truth of the matter is, you’re tired of thinking about him and talking about him and there really isn’t anything left to say.
You’ve said it all, thought it all and cried all the tears you possibly can until you cry again. You have endless conversations with him in your head that range from pleasant and fun to you slapping him across the face for his stupidity in letting you go.
You met someone who touched your soul and was a true kindred spirit, or so you thought. When you admit you were wrong or that it was one-sided, you cringe with embarrassment of your shattered confidence.
You vow never to make this mistake again and that’s the exact moment when you realize you are going down the wrong path. If you go down that rabbit hole then you have admitted that you aren’t worth someone’s love and attention and it will soon come to be.
You forget to tell yourself that the reason you have been forgotten is that it’s their insanity and not yours. You were the one that put yourself out there and you were the one that told them you loved them and when they said they didn’t love you back, you did the ultimate in human kindness and compassion; you continued to love them in spite of them.
You have not been forgotten. You will never be forgotten because someone as wonderful and shiny and beautiful as you will always have difficulty in finding another to love you as you deserve to be loved.
Your friends have told you, over and over, that its him and not you. You try to believe this, but they aren’t the ones sitting at home alone with no one to talk to. They may very well be right, but for right now, you are convinced that you have some unknown character flaw that no one can see but you know it’s there. Besides, they say to you what you’ve said to them. That’s what friends are for and you love them more and more for their kind words and love and the way they view you as perfect and worth all things. You know you are truly blessed.
You are on planet Earth after all and the only mistake you can really make is to stop being you and try to be what you think others want you to be.
For all of those out there, reading this post and feel forgotten by the ones we love, just know that it’s not true. Maybe your goodness and kindness were too much for someone to handle or understand. Maybe you, like me, needed to learn this and take it to heart that those of us who love unconditionally will get smacked around and not understood by many.
But we are never forgotten. No matter what it feels like or looks like.
No one can possibly forget us.
(Yes, I have “unfriended” him, deleted his email address, phone number and picture from my phone).
Gone, but not forgotten.
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