What is
Reflecting
after watching “The Great Gatsby” – a romantic drama. A tragic ending. A deep
movie.
Been
wondering what am I to Leroy. Said that he loves me, but he doesn’t seem to be
able to accept my past. We all have past. Some glorifying, some not so. I chose
to reveal the not so honourable side of me. I hope for him to see all of me,
even the ugly side. I chose to do this, unlike many people who felt that their
past is no longer relevant because its history. On the contrary, I think that
the past is what moulds a person into who he or she is today. All that experiences
are part of us. It will change the choices and the paths we take today and in
the future.
I told
him everything – my childhood, scandals, insecurity and perspective towards
life. It was all too ridiculous to him. I am impossible. At first sight, I appeared
to be someone full of confidence, mature, sensible and attractive. I was almost
perfect in his eyes. Time passes, and as he got to know more, he became
unacceptable towards me. Many times, I was verbally insulted. I felt so small,
almost like a gravel particle standing next to him and his family. I have never
felt so bad about myself. It felt as though I have committed adultery. I felt
despised. Looked down upon by the man I love.
From
the moment he knew about all these, starting from my scandals, I felt like he
was with me only for the companion and sexual needs. I didn’t think that he can
still look at me from the same light ever again. I can tell that he was
struggling to like me as a new person – the new identity that was uncovered by
the truth.
As
the relationship proceeds, we made love more and more often. Slowly, I can see
myself married to him – spiritually. But this feeling was not mutual. What I would
hope to see in him is the desire to provide the best for me. To make me feel
like I’m the one person on earth that is indispensable to him.
To be
honest, I don’t feel that he’s indispensable to me – but I was building a
shield between us. I did not want to allow myself to plunge in if I don’t feel
the same from him. I have already given everything to this man. This bit of
heartbreak is the only thing I can save myself from.
Perhaps
this is life for some people – that when one committed a mistake, one would be
unpardonable. One would be tainted for life. One would not rise up to deserve
the good things in life anymore.
I ponder
deep. What is life to me? A constant journey to find that someone who will heal
your soul? Or is that an idealistic thinking? Have I been into romance so much so
that it has clouded my senses? Is there such an existing person?
Sometimes,
it felt I was meant to be a lone star.