Mar. 3rd, 2008
Ghost of Love Past  
Walking down the street, I ran into him—my first love. Of course, this wasn't the the first time our paths crossed. The last couple times I ran into him, I found myself alarmed that I felt nothing.

Yes, it was so long ago. But, I can still imagine the pain as if it were last week: doubled over in my parents' bathtub, water splashing all around me, in a pain I'd never felt before in my life—a pain so deep that despite my eyes being swollen and my mouth agape, tears and sound wouldn't come out.

How could I have no feelings at all about running into the person for whom I at one time had felt so much that it took years to recover?

There he stood in the center of the intersection as he gave me his new 323 number.

"I moved back," he said.

"Oh, I didn't know you moved away again," I replied matter-of-factly.

Then he whispered in my ear, "I want to take you on that date I should have taken you on 10 years ago."

A chill ran down my spine as I was surprised to feel a tear want to come out. I felt something, and I knew it. In a strange way, I felt relieved that I finally did feel something.

It was disconcerting nonetheless. It was more than 10 years, but who's counting? It's a chapter closed so long ago it's in another volume (but yet still so nearby). It was from a time in my life when love was still innocent. There's a part of me that longs so much to feel that innocence again, yet knowing that was probably the only time it would feel that way.

I smiled, somewhat relieved yet simultaneously disturbed by feelings—unable at the time to fathom what they meant. I saved his number, knowing I couldn't use it, and told him bye.

I've grown so much since we first met. But, for a fleeting moment, to reconnect with that more innocent time and think it possible, even if for just a moment, was something I wish I could find a way to put into words or just into a cogent thought.

With that, I pulled in the tear that wanted to be released, shrouded my torment, and caught up with my friends.

It's unsettling in that I know extinguishing the ghost doesn't end what's been stirred up inside. At first I wished I hadn't seen him, but I know I somehow need to confront my ghosts or they'll haunt me forever.

"Well, this is incredible! Starving! Insatiable!
Yes, this is love for the first time!
Well, you'd like to think that you are invincible.

Yeah, well. Weren't we all once?
...before we felt loss for the first time.

Well, this is the last time."

-Dashboard Confessional



 
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Mood: wistful
Listening to: Dashboard Confessional - The Brilliant Dance
 
 
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Mozretaliashun on March 4th, 2008 - 01:18 am
its difficult for me when i run into my first. doesn't happen often, maybe once or twice a year at most. but it's still hard. i like to say that it's all behind me, but all my friends who have seen me and him when we run into each other, say he still feels the same about me as i do about him.. it is quite eerie, they say, as if we are still together and that the intervening 12 years haven't even happened
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mark or markymarkormarky on March 4th, 2008 - 02:41 am
i love you.
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NCSUJncsuj on March 4th, 2008 - 04:19 am
No need for you to cry that tear, I just shed a few for you....and me.
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kizoza on March 4th, 2008 - 04:39 am
To me you succeeded in putting everything you felt in that fraction of a second by this:

"I saved his number, knowing I couldn't use it, and told him bye."

I have a vaguely similar experience which I'd share sometime - but not in this medium.

--FR!
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Kyle: Angelgypsy1526 on March 4th, 2008 - 01:41 pm
*HUG* - I don't envy you, I have no idea what I would do in that situation. I would probably be too numb to do anything. Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye. I think that your reaction shows you have definitely grown a lot. Chin up, bud. I think you handled it perfectly.
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sublimevisions on March 4th, 2008 - 02:41 pm
It's unsettling in that I know extinguishing the ghost doesn't end what's been stirred up inside. At first I wished I hadn't seen him, but I know I somehow need to confront my ghosts or they'll haunt me forever.

you're not a robut and have feelings that make you human? it's ok to be vulnerable sometimes...

I saved his number, knowing I couldn't use it, and told him bye.
sounds like you already did the right thing by the situation, him, and yourself.
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james__sndchasr on March 6th, 2008 - 01:17 am
Falling in love seems to be the easy part, falling out of love seems impossible at times. This post reminded me of my own experiences. The heart never seems to forget no matter how much time has passed.

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