I'm not perfect, nor is my life. I get cranky and irritable. I have a quick temper. I have very little patience for stupidity. I could stand to lose some weight (ok, more than some). I'm almost always close to broke. I cry a lot and very easily (Italian trait, my mom's the same way and so was my Grandma). I curse like a sailor. But on the other hand, I would never turn my back on a friend. I will always take your call or text, or answer your email. I will be the most supportive person for you in any of your endeavors. While I may not always agree with you, I will never judge you for what you believe or feel. I will listen when you need it, help or give advice when wanted. I will always give of myself. It's the best I can do and hopefully it's enough. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. I will always be honest with you. Besides those things, you'll always hear great music when you're with me. You'll never be bored when eating with me. I love to laugh. I'm bawdy, in the best possible way. And loyal to the core.
"The most I can do for my friend is simply
to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow
on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving
him, he will want no other reward. Is not
friendship divine in this?"
Henry David Thoreau
And still, given all that, sometimes it does end up not being enough. It's a hard realization to come to when it isn't. I think I've changed a lot over the past four years. Hell I've changed a lot over the past two years. For the better, maybe for the worse in some eyes. I think I'm a lot more open now, about a lot of things, but especially sexuality. I suspect some find that off putting. But the way I see it, when you discover something great, you just want to shout it from the rooftops. Well, wait... that didn't come out quite right. I'm not saying I never knew great sex before. I'm saying by letting go of hang ups that are driven into your brain when you grow up Catholic or repressed or whatever it is, a new world opens up. It took me until about the age of 41 or 42 to really appreciate myself as a sexual being and let go of those hang ups. And another two years to articulate them. And I have no intentions of going backwards. Maybe that is too open for some in "some things are better left unsaid" kind of way. But to that I say, respect my differences from you as I respect your differences from me. After all isn't that what makes the world go round.
But it's not just that. Some bad experiences have taught me a lot. Sometimes no matter how much you give of yourself, it will never be enough for some people or they just want more. And they want more on their terms. How can that be? Perhaps there are just some people who believe you should react or act how they would in any given situation. And that is a pretty unrealistic expectation. But I've learned I can't be anyone else but me in any given situation. When a dilemma comes up I react how I'm going to react, I don't think "how would XX react to this" and then act accordingly. That's just stupid. I am, if nothing else, always true to me, lumps and all.
I've run the gamut of emotions over the past two weeks and my conclusion to it all is, I have no regrets. I gave my heart to someone I thought gave me theirs back. I opened myself up and in return, I mostly got a lot back. I was going to say I wouldn't change a thing but I would change the pain it caused me. I don't know where we go from here. Maybe nowhere, maybe somewhere. I do know that I will never regret loving someone. Ever. No matter how much it ends up hurting in the end.