Perhaps it really was time to finally let go.
We tried far too many times to rebuild and take detours. It just wasn’t working. There were just far too many nonnegotiables.
She’s all about the big things and blanket statements. Big things that seem to give license to not take care of small and seemingly menial acts. Blank statements that give assurance of a smooth-sailing journey without the need to even talk about the stops, the bumps, and the one-offs.
I am, on the other hand, all about the small things. My reason: if you can’t even take time to make sure you take care of the small stuff, how can you handle the big things?
For some reason, I can make allowances for the big stuff. My capabilities to understand major pitfalls, shortcomings and oversights–even those that were not too unintentional–are quite expansive. But the wick gets a tad too short when it comes to the small things.
I’m a physical and touchy-feely person. A hug can solve pretty much most of the world’s biggest issues for me. I’m also a hopeless romantic, whose notions of love and romance are pretty traditional contradicting my other libertarian and radical principles. I’ve mentioned this somewhere in my blog but I can no longer remember where–women always love flowers and to me, along with hugs, they just do it for me.
Being in a long-distance relationship is awful. When you’re close to 8,000 miles apart, it’s terrible. So you make do with what you can do because you can’t possibly hang on to something for over 2 years despite the turbulence here and there if you don’t love each other.
In this day and age, relationships are supposed to be easier. We have online gateways. But what happens when there’s an earthquake? Or when you are trying to cope with the loss of a family member where you cannot go on video call or are practically offline? You take the traditional route and make sure you can be within reach by phone.
On special occasions, you make do with “talking” through any means possible because it’s humanly impossible to go on a date to watch a movie or do anything physical together. So what can you do? I’m also a girl. I want flowers too. And I want to be the first person that she greets on Valentine’s Day, with the difference in timezones in mind. And because we’re relatively new, I feel special when my partner remembers the starting date of our relationship month on month with me, especially if she picked the date.
Having to deal with the frustrations of not being together at the moment and then having to deal with things that are disregarded because they are not as important to the other person as they are to you is ultra-devastating.
Love will always be there. Especially when the person you’ve given your heart to is your soulmate–one person that you just know was meant for you. But being in a relationship with that person just doesn’t cut it.
I haven’t crossed 8,000 miles to see her. And it’s my issue. Every time I say I didn’t get this or that, I have to hand slap myself because I may not have gotten flowers but I haven’t gone out of my way to see her either. I haven’t made that ultimate sacrifice yet. But for how long will I suck things up because I haven’t done anything? Isn’t being in a relationship all about doing things for your partner without expecting anything in return? Don’t you just go all out for the person that you love? It’s paradoxical because you don’t want to be in a one-sided relationship. At some point, you too have to be at the receiving end. I guess it boils down to when you notice that you really don’t get anything because your partner clings on to the idea that she has already made that major investment to see you so she can overlook simple gestures, like making sure her phone can reach you when you most need her, and you feel bad about it, it’s all right to yelp.
But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Sure there are wonderful times. But when the weight of the painful small oversights gets a little bit too much, you give in to your humanity and just say, I give up.
Nevertheless, I long for something… deep within me, I wish I’d wake up to see flowers at my doorstep. Or a note saying, “Come home.”
But then again, I’ve always been just a dreamer.