Someone very special to me had a really rough day today and I had quite the opposite, that is until I accidentally walked into their bad day situation and it suddenly smushed my whole cloud nine kind of a day like it was road kill.
Instantly I wanted nothing more than to call it a day, stop everything that I was doing, cancel my plans, and go to where ever they were. I wanted to know if they were okay and, if they weren't, I wanted to do anything I could to make them okay. Instead, I decided to give them their space and wait it out. They don't know that I know what happened today but I was there.
I care a lot about this person but I waited the entire day to hear from them and that was brutal. When they did finally message me it was short messages, nothing about what had happened. In one message I asked about today and that's when the communication stopped -- no messages and no phone calls. It hurts to care about someone so much that perhaps I really shouldn't. To care so much about someone who doesn't even care enough to let me be there for them or want me to be there for them, that hurts. This sat heavy on my chest the entire evening and it definitely ate me up inside.
I had had an awesome day. I took the morning off of boxing because of my injured knuckles so I got to sleep and then I meet up with a friend and a five time champion boxer. My first thought was to go see this person and tell them the awesomeness of my day but when I went to where I thought they'd be, my sweet news was drowned in the sour. I don't know who I am more disappointed in, them for not being open and honest with me or me for caring more than I apparently should.
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