I told another man I loved him yesterday…not my boyfriend… (I think I hear a gasp from the audience)…so why is he not freaking out? My boyfriend I mean.*
Because he knew. It’s how he found me, loving that other man who had a penchant for leaving me, in a crying puddle on the floor.
My (now) boyfriend showed up in my inbox unannounced, simply said “you okay there puddle?”
I was exactly broken enough to answer, “No, no I am not.” With an implied ‘help me’.
So he did.
I needed him.
He didn’t pry or force, he just let me ramble. Asked a few poignant questions.
“2 years huh? That’s a long time Sarah.” And I realized he was right.
Never once said ‘fuck that guy’.
And he didn’t let go.
As it happens when I am treated with enough patience and given enough time, I got sick of my own shit. I knew I had done all I could do with the Poet short of getting on a plane and showing up at his house, which I knew wouldn’t have gone over well.
So Jason and I started talking about other things, there was some tentative flirting sparked by a pair of kitten crotch panties. I read his writing, he read mine and we realized we had a lot of common philosophies.
He then drove 5.5 hours to see me for one. Held my hand through the bustle of an airport when I was close to flying apart and didn’t let go.
He sat across from me and encouraged me to tell stories in the brief time we were given. His eyes lit up when mine did and basically, that was it. I was smitten as fuck.
Like any of those teen romance movies from the 80’s where our heroine sees that the one she really loves has been standing in front of her the whole time disguised as a friend.
Like the Princess Bride, where she realized every time he said “as you wish”, what he was really saying was “I love you.” And I love him back.
He is my farm boy, poor and perfect.
I had a psychic tell me I would have to make a choice in the spring, between a rich man and a poor man. Huh. Just remembered that now.
The other reason he is not freaking out is that he saw the article I posted before anyone else did.
I sent it to him.
His initial reaction?
“That was beautiful”.
Me: You understand?
Jason: Do I understand as in?
Me: What I said. Why I had to say it. And that it takes nothing away from how I feel about you?
Jason: Yes baby I understand that….You’re making peace.
Me: I believe that you are the kind of man who can extrapolate that if I can love the wrong person this much…then I can love you even more.
Jason: Peace with what was….what could’ve been….who and where you are now. I know exactly how that feels.
Me: It should be enough to know I tried. But…Ima writer.
So is Jason. We feel things, see them touch, them taste, them and then write about it.
It’s how I noticed him in the first place. How we first began to explore and show each other how we felt. And how we continue to do so. I paraphrased an article he wrote about me as the opener for this one.
We joked yesterday about misplaced jealousy over our past.
“Do you really think I got this amazing by reading about sex and love in books while cloistered in a nunnery?”
I didn’t. I have fucked and loved a lot.
Nor did he. I know he loved his last one and she almost destroyed him, and baby I know exactly how that feels.
Rumi said, you must keep breaking your heart until it opens.
I am open.
Jason showed me how good it feels to be wide open and held together at the same time.
“Baby you have a good heart….and you love….it’s part of you being you…..but….I know you love me….and you know I love you….it’s that simple.”
Me: it really is. I swear to god we just leveled up, or I leveled up and caught up to you…and you know Ima blog about this too right?
Jason: Haha I would expect nothing less from my girl….I love our level ups
Me: Did I catch up or did you come with me? Either way I feel brave and happy and good
Jason: Honestly….I don’t think it matters….we are here….holding hands. And feeling brave and happy and good…..is what matters….