Girl-shaped Wound
In love with a person that doesn't exist
- Feb 19, 2022
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I really don't know what to do, and there is nobody IRL that I can honestly talk to about this… for many reasons.
~2 months ago, I lost a person that I've come to mutually love to CTB. He was suffering terribly, so he could not stay longer for me. I wanted to go either before or with him, but was forbidden (he was terrified of surviving me). Well, his attempt went exactly as it was supposed to… Before he went away, he asked me to finish a certain art project before I CTB – of course, only if I can. Now I'm stuck here all alone and torn between fulfilling his dying wish and joining him ASAP. He promised to wait for me on the other side (well, if there is something awaiting us all).
After his death, it took me 3 weeks to decide to live in order to write. But now I ran into a creative wall (the same one that has been stopping me for years). I am not sure if I am good enough to ever be able to complete this goddamn novel… And if I am not writing, why am I even here?
Long before I knew him, I became an empty husk of myself. Now it's like I've become a hollow shell so that his spirit can live inside me. But you know what? Like all the other pretty words I can tell myself to make his death sting a bit less for a moment, it's a thin comfort.
No metaphor, ritual, or belief can compare to him actually being here with me.
And more than anything else, I want to be with him again.
Death is my one and only chance for that.
I am well aware that there may be no afterlife at all, but in that case A) I will still achieve my goal, because I will never experience being without him again, B) through my bare intent, I will be with him – if only symbolically, C) at the very least, I will check out of existence in a world that has destroyed him, D) …and that expects me to just go on and love another person like he never existed.
At the same time, I really would like to fulfill his wish and dedicate the story to him. Ideally, I would check out after I (self-)publish a second project, directly inspired by him. I think that it would be quite beautiful if I became the best version of myself for and because of the one I love.
But all of this requires precious time, and every day without him is insufferable. Oh, and some talent/skill as well! Which I'm not sure if I possess at all...
I am deeply scared of sliding into mediocrity. Not being able to write and not being able to CTB, just living an empty and meaningless life until I kick the bucket as an old fart... All because I am a coward unable to take a stand for what I believe in!
I'm on a sick leave so I have a lot of time to write… but I feel like shit and so I can't. Even writing those words was a struggle, and usually I'm quite verbose.
I have a slight hope that ADHD pills will help me out a bit, but I am not exactly optimistic. In fact, I am so goddamn lost and scared.
Thank you for reading <3 If I may request, please don't offer me any platitudes. I know that it is good that he is no longer suffering. I also know that the most beautiful soul in the world may no longer exist in any form; that I will not find him anywhere, no matter how far I crawl and how close to the bone I scrape my knees; and that I am forever in love with a ghost of a person for whom I made a big difference, but not enough to change his fate.
Life is cruel and completely incomprehensible.
Jesus Christ, oh Jesus Christ, why is love so lonely?
Why is love so lonely?
~2 months ago, I lost a person that I've come to mutually love to CTB. He was suffering terribly, so he could not stay longer for me. I wanted to go either before or with him, but was forbidden (he was terrified of surviving me). Well, his attempt went exactly as it was supposed to… Before he went away, he asked me to finish a certain art project before I CTB – of course, only if I can. Now I'm stuck here all alone and torn between fulfilling his dying wish and joining him ASAP. He promised to wait for me on the other side (well, if there is something awaiting us all).
After his death, it took me 3 weeks to decide to live in order to write. But now I ran into a creative wall (the same one that has been stopping me for years). I am not sure if I am good enough to ever be able to complete this goddamn novel… And if I am not writing, why am I even here?
Long before I knew him, I became an empty husk of myself. Now it's like I've become a hollow shell so that his spirit can live inside me. But you know what? Like all the other pretty words I can tell myself to make his death sting a bit less for a moment, it's a thin comfort.
No metaphor, ritual, or belief can compare to him actually being here with me.
And more than anything else, I want to be with him again.
Death is my one and only chance for that.
I am well aware that there may be no afterlife at all, but in that case A) I will still achieve my goal, because I will never experience being without him again, B) through my bare intent, I will be with him – if only symbolically, C) at the very least, I will check out of existence in a world that has destroyed him, D) …and that expects me to just go on and love another person like he never existed.
At the same time, I really would like to fulfill his wish and dedicate the story to him. Ideally, I would check out after I (self-)publish a second project, directly inspired by him. I think that it would be quite beautiful if I became the best version of myself for and because of the one I love.
But all of this requires precious time, and every day without him is insufferable. Oh, and some talent/skill as well! Which I'm not sure if I possess at all...
I am deeply scared of sliding into mediocrity. Not being able to write and not being able to CTB, just living an empty and meaningless life until I kick the bucket as an old fart... All because I am a coward unable to take a stand for what I believe in!
I'm on a sick leave so I have a lot of time to write… but I feel like shit and so I can't. Even writing those words was a struggle, and usually I'm quite verbose.
I have a slight hope that ADHD pills will help me out a bit, but I am not exactly optimistic. In fact, I am so goddamn lost and scared.
Thank you for reading <3 If I may request, please don't offer me any platitudes. I know that it is good that he is no longer suffering. I also know that the most beautiful soul in the world may no longer exist in any form; that I will not find him anywhere, no matter how far I crawl and how close to the bone I scrape my knees; and that I am forever in love with a ghost of a person for whom I made a big difference, but not enough to change his fate.
Life is cruel and completely incomprehensible.
Jesus Christ, oh Jesus Christ, why is love so lonely?
Why is love so lonely?