Time to Say Goodbye
We were together every day since I came back to Japan. During the last month, I was in his room every night, sleeping beside him. To my surprise, I wasn't tired of it. I loved it. We got into fights though; it was the beginning of March when he tried to break up with me. But I fought on and on, and finally managed to convince him to continue. And after that I think I had the best month of my life that I've spent with someone.
He never wavered in his decision to break up when it was time for him to go. The last night with him was possible one of the worst in my life so far... the pleading, the tears, the feeling of the inevitability of what will happen. I don't think I've cried so much these days as I have ever... He said many cruel things to me. My friends tell me that it is not what he really believes... he was crying the whole night as well.. but just the fact that he said them makes me feel so miserable. "i don't want to be with you" "we have no future together" "i don't want to try because we are doomed from the start".....
But I remember. Every day he would smile at me and give me a morning kiss. The way we held each other... more intimate than anything I have ever felt. How he would run by my desk after his every class and ask me to go to the convenience store with him... how he would say 'ganbatte' every time I went to my desk... how we would watch movies and tv shows together and laugh together... how he would give me 150 kisses for no reason... how he would suddenly lift me up and carry me down the stairs.... how he wouldn't let me out of bed in the morning and consequently skip all his morning classes...
It has been a beautiful romantic dream for me, something I would have never imagined a year ago.
I know it's impossible it can last like this, but I didn't want to let go. I don't think there will be another person as passionate as him again for me... and that makes me very sad.
I know I have to move on. But the thing I'm worried about the most is that I will forget about him and he will forget about me. My only assurance is that I made us write a diary of our days together in the weeks before we parted... We are missing many days... but the records I do have I want to keep in my heart.
My Canadian friend who lives in the same dorm as me invited me to his room the last few days, and has tried to cheer me up, despite the fact he leaves tomorrow. But he helped me so much yesterday. If not for him, I think I would be crying my eyes out right now. He told me basically everything my boy said... and I think hearing from him, I realize it is impossible and unfair for me to expect anything more now that there is distance between us, especially since he is so much younger than me. It hurts, but I know it's the truth.
So I am past the state of denial now. I need to somehow deal with my emotions.
Everyone is telling me it's okay to cry... so I will do it without feeling ashamed. And everyone has stories that are like this... some have ended happy and some sad. Now is the time to find myself... like how I was trying before I met him.
I'm starting to cry now, but I won't give up. Because if there's anything I've learned the last few days, is that my friends, here in Japan and those back in Canada, are willing to support and listen to me, and tell me their stories, and give me their advice. I'm so grateful.
I'll need time... but I hope I will be able to move on yet not regret a single second of what has elapsed in the past months.
