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“The Greatest Mistake You Can Make In Life…”

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“…Is Continually To Be Fearing You Will Make One.”

—ELBERT HUBBARD

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I Want To Write… …I Need To Write.

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I Feel Most Comfortable With My Pen In My Hand…

…And Plenty Of Paper To Write Upon.

I Like To Type-Up My Work, Sure, But I Sincerely Prefer Putting Pen To Paper.

I’m More Comfortable That Way.

My Handwriting Is Unique Enough That Only I Totally Understand It All.

So It Feels So Much More Personal To Me.

Are You Like That?

Is Anyone Like That?

Anyone?

How Many Of You Are Far More Comfortable That Way?

I Think Better That Way.

I Can More Completely Construct My Thoughts.

I Think I’ve Just Lost My Focus.

I’ve Lost My Drive.

My Determination.

My Personal Purpose.

I Write Sometimes Just For The Sake Of Writing.

I Write Sometimes Because I Sincerely Have Something To Say.

Sometimes, It’s Meaningless.

Sometimes, It Means Everything.

Sometimes, I Pray That Someone Will Read What I Write.

Sometimes, I Don’t Give A Shit If Anyone Reads Any Of It.

Sometimes, It’s All For You.

Sometimes, It’s All For Me.

Sometimes, It’s All For Us.

And Sometimes, I Just Don’t Know Who/What I’m Writing For At All.

Do You?

No, Of Course Not.

You’re Not Me.

How Could You Know Why I Do As I Do?

Exactly.

Everyone’s Different.

Everyone Does Everything For A Different Reason.

Well…

…Okay…

…Sometimes We All Do As We Do For The Exact Same Reason.

I Acknowledge That.

But For The Most Part…

…We’re All Doing What We’re Doing For Our Own Reasons.

I Just Wish I Could Get My Thoughts Straight.

I Wish I Could Stop Thinking In Seemingly Endless Circles.

It’s Maddening, Honestly.

But, When It’s All Said And Done, I Come Back To My Writing.

It’s The One Thing I Have That I Can Truly Call My Own.

Well…

…Okay…

…My Writing AND My Mistakes.

Both Are My Own.

Perhaps That’s Why I Combine Them So Often.

Nothing Feels More Mine Than Writing About My Mistakes.

I’ve Made Some Whoppers, That’s Fo SHO.

But Everyone Has.

Whoppers Abound, I Know.

When I Make One, I Almost Immediately Break Out The Pen And Paper.

I Try To Put My Thoughts Together.

I Try To Make Sense Of What Happened…

…Of What I Did Wrong THIS TIME.

Sometimes, It Helps Like Nothing Else.

Sometimes, It Only Makes It Worse Once I Realize Exactly Where I Went Wrong.

I’m A Mental And Emotional Dweller.

And Today, I’m Dwelling.

I’m Dwelling HARD.

So…

…I’m Writing.

Trying To Make Sense Of Things.

Thus Far…

…It’s Not Helping.

Not YET, At Least.

Give Me Time.

I’ll Get It All Worked Out.

With Pen In Hand…

…I’ll Get It All Worked Out.

I Hope.

I Hope.

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So, Why Is Love So Hard For Me To Handle?

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Well, My Peeps…

…I Have A Story To Tell You, And I’m Not Really Sure How To Tell It.

I Have To Take You Back In Time A Bit.

Back To A Time When I Was Fickle.

Back Before I Understood The True Impact…

…The True Meaning Of What Love Really Is.

I’m Taking You Back 10 Years.

Back When My Issues Really Began.

You See, I Dated Someone.

Someone Beautiful…

…Inside AND Outside.

Someone With A Sharp Mind…

…With The Kindest Heart…

…Someone Whom Truly Deserved The Best I Could Give Them.

Regardless Of Any Thing…

…They Deserved The Very Very Best.

They Deserved Better Than I Ever Could Give Them Was What I Eventually Decided.

We Met.

We Hit It Off Immediately.

We Quickly Became A Young Power-Couple.

I Quickly Fell In Love…

…And I Fell Very VERY Hard.

So Quickly And So Hard, In-Fact, That I Became Truly Terrified.

I Admit It, My Peeps, I Was Scared Shitless.

He Was Young.

He Was Physically Strong.

He Was Physically Hot.

He Was Emotionally Strong.

He Was Emotionally Complete.

And I Know He Loved Me.

He Loved Me Like No One Ever Had…

…Like No One Ever Has Since.

And, As I’ve Said, I Was Scared.

I Was Terrified.

And I Held Back.

I Did My Best Never To Tell Him Just How Much I Cared…

…Just How Much I Truly Loved Him.

I Never Let Him Know How Wonderful He Was.

How Special He Was.

How Much I Wanted Him.

How Much I Wanted To Protect Him.

So…

…The Decision Was Made By ME, Of Course.

The Decision Was Made To Spare This Guy.

The Best Way To Protect Him…

…The Best Way To Make Sure I Didn’t Eventually Do As I Always Do And Eventually Hurt Him.

The Decision Made Was To Let Him Go.

To Me, That Was The Best Thing I Could Do For Him.

I Couldn’t Let Him Into My World As I Wanted To…

…So I Did, What I Considered To Be, The Noble Thing.

I Walked Away.

I Pulled The Plug.

Right Or Wrong, That’s How It Eventually Went Down.

I Convinced Him I Wasn’t Happy.

I Convinced Him I Didn’t Really Want To Be With Him.

I Convinced Him I Only Ever Dated Him In The First Place Because I Saw Him As A Virtual Doppelganger To A Previous Love Of Mine.

I Did Everything I Could To Make Sure He Was Convinced I Was Serious.

That I Really Wanted out.

After A Few Tears…

…From Us Both…

…We Separated.

The Break-Up Actually Went Better Than I Expected It To.

We Parted Ways Later That Day.

I Haven’t Seen Him, Face To Face, Since.

But All Of This Was More The Preamble To The Meat Of The Story.

You See…

…Fast Forward A Few Months…

…I’m Sitting At Home.

A Simple, Quiet Evening.

I Was Feeling Tired.

I Was Feeling Lonely.

I Was Feeling Sorry For Myself…

…And For Things I’d Done Or Said.

Then The Phone Rang.

To My Astonishment, It Was Him.

He Was Contacting Me!

My Heart Literally Leaped!

I Couldn’t Have Been More Excited About The Prospect Of Hearing His Voice Again…

…His Sweet, Sweet Voice.

I’d Wanted To Hear His Voice So So Badly…

…I Was Just Too Stubborn To Call Him Myself.

Each Time I’d Considered Doing So, I Talked Myself Out Of It.

But Now…

…This Time…

…Here He Was.

That Phone-Call, Sadly, Would Become A Living Nightmare.

He Was Tearful.

His Voice Was Shaky.

He Was, Quite Frankly, Terrified.

And Then He Laid It On Me.

Shortly After We’d Broken-Up…

…He Did What Most Would Do In His Situation.

He Went Out.

He Partied.

He Had Fun.

He Did What He Could To Get Me Out Of His Head…

…Out Of His Heart.

So He Got Himself Laid.

He Put Me As Far Behind Himself As He Could.

He Was Experiencing Life Again.

And That’s All It Took.

The Phone-Call Wasn’t To Say Hello.

It Wasn’t To Say Hi, How Are You, What’s New.

It Was To Tell Me He’d Just Received Notice That He Was Now HIV+.

Hearing Him Say Those Words Took A Moment To Sink In.

And Then All Could Think To Do Was Cry.

It Nearly Killed Me When I Finally Wrapped My Head Around It All.

It Was My Fault.

My Fault He Felt The Way He Did.

My Fault He Was Put Into That Situation.

My Fault For Thinking With My Head And NOT My Heart.

Had I Listened To My Heart…

…Honestly…

…I Would Never Have Let Him Go.

We Truly Were Very Perfectly Suited To One-Another.

Had I Not Been Such A Chicken-Shit…

…Had I Not Been So Scared Of My Own Feelings…

…Had I Simply Led With My Heart And Emotions…

…This Would Never Have Happened.

It’s A Guilt I’ve Carried With Me For Nearly 10 Years, Now.

I Did Something I Know I Shouldn’t Have…

…For What I Justified As A Justifiable Reason…

…And Instead Of Protecting Him From Myself…

…I Failed To Protect Him From Anything.

I Just Made Things Worse.

I Destroyed His Life.

I Agonize Over This Event To This Very Day.

I Think About It A Lot.

I Think About How Foolish I Was.

I Think About How Much I Really Did Love Him.

I Think About How I Never Told Him How Much I Really Loved Him.

I Can See The Breakup In My Mind To This Day.

I Remember Every Word I Uttered To Him.

I Remember His Tears.

I Remember That Phone-Call.

I Remember His Tears.

I Remember How I Wanted To Curl-Up And Die When The Call Finally Ended.

How Could I Have Done That, My Peeps?

How Could I Have Been So Foolish To Think That My Loving Someone Was Going To Be Their Ultimate Destruction?

Especially Now.

Knowing That Had I Just Told Him Once How Much I Cared…

…How Much I Wanted Him…

…How Much I Needed Him…

…That This Horrid Outcome Would Never Have Happened.

He Would Be Happy AND Healthy.

He Would Be Living The Life He Should Be.

But Because Of My Actions…

…Because I Couldn’t Handle The Extreme Powers Of Real Love…

…I Made The Worst Decision Of My Young Existence.

I Just Wish I Could Fix It.

I Wish I’d Never Let Him Go.

I Wish This Horrid Outcome Had Never Taken Place.

But I Can’t.

I Can’t Change It.

I Can’t Take It Back.

I Just Have To Live With The Knowledge That Had I Been A Real Man…

…Had I Been Honest About My Feelings…

…This Would Never Have Happened.

As I Said…

…He Would Be Happy AND Healthy…

…And I Would Be Guilt Free.

My Life Fell Apart After That.

I Stopped Loving.

Truly Loving.

I Stopped Trusting.

I Stopped Letting People Into My Life.

Not For My Sake…

…But For Theirs.

I Still Miss Him A Lot.

I Still Wonder How He Is…

…How He’s Doing…

…And I Hope He’s Alright.

I Just Hope…

…One Day…

…He’ll Be Able To Forgive Me.

It Would Be Nice To Know.

Even Though I’ll Never Be Able To Forgive Myself.

I Broke His Heart.

And Then I Shattered My Own.

I’ve Regretted My Actions Every Single Day Since.

It’s 10 Years Later…

…Yet I Haven’t Moved On.

It’s Been Simply Impossible.

Impossible To Let Go.

Impossible To Forgive.

It’s Something I Don’t Believe He’ll Ever Get Over.

And I Know For A Fact It’s Something I’ll Never Get Over.

I Do Still Miss Him.

I Do Still Love Him.

And I Couldn’t Feel More Sorry About It Than I Do.

To This Day…

…I Remain So So Sorry.

Perhaps, One Day, We’ll Meet Again.

And On That Day, Perhaps I’ll Be Able To Come Clean.

To Tell Him How I Felt Then…

…How I Feel Now.

He Deserves To Know The Whole Story.

He Deserves To Know Why I Did What I Did.

I Thought I Was Saving Him By My Walking Away.

All I Did Was Destroy Him.

And…

…In Turn…

…I Destroyed Myself.

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“ANY Man May Make A Mistake…”

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“…NONE But A Fool Will Stick To It.  Second-Thoughts Are Best, As The Proverb Says.“

—MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO

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“My Own Mistake Arose, Naturally Enough, Through Too Careless, Too Inquisitive, And Too Impulsive A Temperament…”

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“…But Of Late, It Is A Rare Thing That I Sleep Soundly At Night.  There Is A Countenance Which Haunts Me, Turn As I Will. There Is An Hysterical Laugh Which Will Forever Ring Within My Ears.“

–“THE OBLONG BOX“

by EDGAR ALLAN POE