What can logically be expected of me in a non-relationship where I clearly delineated that it was casual and I didn’t want their love? Where does the clear water become muddy and at what point am I being unfair, lo, cheating if we can name it that?
I’m exhausted from this non-relationship that with each passing day seems more and more like a real relationship, and less and less like the casual encounter I had hoped for. I’m guilty, I’ve let it happen, but now that we’ve come this far I want out. I want out from the constant arguments, and the poor sex life. I want out from this potential future that looms above me with a man that lacks any aspirations, sense of responsibility, wanderlust, or gentle understanding.
I want out from this loveless, dull, and monotone non-relationship with my friend. I want my whimsical fancies to run wild, I miss the casual sex, the excitement of meeting someone new that I vibe with, and I miss being passionately in love. I miss hoping for a future with someone instead of dreading it come to fruition.
I want out and yet, I don’t. I’m not getting any younger, and the age old, settle for what’s good for you rings loudly in my ear. This non-relationship isn’t horrible, it’s just, well, it’s monotone. But it affords me the help of another individual around the house, someone to share meals with, someone to split the bills with, someone to listen, and someone to share my life with.
So, do I want to be alone? I don’t know… I just know that thinking about what I truly want makes me miserable, because in my gut, I know I’m far from it. I’ve spent the past couple of months in total oblivion, ignoring my most basic desires in the hopes of finding stability in my otherwise unstable brain. Loving those I love hasn’t worked so I guess I figured I would try loving those that love me, but well, it’s complicated.
I feel caged up….