Greetings,
I want to tell myself (perhaps lie to myself) that "This is different!" Yeah, well, the problem with that claim is that IT AIN'T. I don't like facing that. But then I think, "Facing WHAT?" All I'd be "facing" is LIFE, and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of YEARS of life, during which time the same thing I've been facing for the last TEN YEARS has been faced, in history, by WHO KNOWS how many millions--tens of millions; hundreds of millions, maybe, men: falling so deeply in love with a much younger woman that you barely feel any purpose whatsoever in living, if you have to live without her. Ten FUC_ _ _ G years! There is a word for this: torture . Nobody inflicted it on me. I did it to myself. I let her sink into my heart, and saturate it. And she probably doesn't feel the same way--just friendship.
And, for certain reasons, I can't tell her. Even if I could, and did, maybe she'd just smile, and think, "How cute." Or maybe she'd even laugh. It was Cyrano de Bergerac's greatest fear: that, if he confessed his love for his cousin, Roxanne, she'd laugh.
[As an aside, now that I've delved into the swashbuckling era of "Romantic" love, invoking the frustration of Cyrano, when I was young I used to deny that Romantic love existed. I said it was bulls_ _ t. I said that love grew. I said that romance was a facade. See, I'm '60s. I got caught up in that era's "revolutionary" BULLS_ _ T. (and THAT'S what it was!!!) Never would I "fall in love" romantically. Live long enough, and life will make a LIE out of you. Ten years ago, I met her. And it was [yep!!] love at first sight, and NOTHING has changed in 10 years, other than that I'm 10 years more FRUSTRATED; 10 years more IN LOVE; and ten years more helpless, with no solution available, other than to "suck it up," as men of my dad's generation would tell us to "solve" every damned thing. Just suck it up]
Not sure what to say. If I describe too much it might divulge who she is.
Other problem: I write too much. I type very fast, and I can get my thought down quickly. So, how do I NOT do that, here at this forum? If I don't go into depth, I won't be understood.
I'm over 60. SHUT UP! It ain't funny. (I take it back: It IS funny. And it's also hell. I'm old enough to see the funny. So, laugh your asses off, if you must. But I'm suffering).
I'm retired. Decided to go to the library, to try to get away from my place, where it's filled with my thoughts. Problem with thoughts, though, is that tend to prefer BEING WITH YOU--all the goddamned TIME. So, here I am, at the library, and I'm supposed to be studying something, for my own edification. And the only thing that I feel would "edify" me is her.
So, I pull up her picture. And I just stare at it. For what? There's nothing that can happen, anyway. Young women like young men--unless you have MONEY. Then, it's not real, is it? No, it's not. It's an arrangement.
I've asked myself, "If you were rich, wouldn't it be worth it to enter such an arrangement?" IF.
We've corresponded for some 9 years, in email--small talk. We were once co-workers. I grew to know her different dimensions. So, the "love at first sight" became totally justified after I learned of her many qualities.
Never felt this strongly before in my life--not about anybody. It's so strong inside of me that I've begun to wonder about something that I had denied existed: reincarnation. Why this intense attraction? It never happened before. I never believed in "previous lives," but I can't find any answer for this obsession. I wonder if she and I were mates, in a "previous life."
Then I began to wonder whether she and I are mates NOW, but in a "different dimension." I've even been tempted to go to a reader and adviser, or some such other person.
A "therapist" [not really, but someone very deep] told me to just tell her how I feel. He said, "Then you'd know." I told him, "I can't." And I can't.
Why would she carry on email conversation with me, for all these years, if there wasn't something in her heart? A friend of mine (who LOVES to get a laugh--at your expense), said, "Well, maybe she sees you as a FATHER figure," and he burst out laughing. I didn't. Not really funny. But, that's him.
I'm purposely (for now) leaving out certain inconvenient details that add a number of extra layers to that issue that I just don't want to think about, or talk about, at this time.
I never felt part of normal society. So, I guess that's why this is tripping me out, as we used to say. This happens to "brainwashed" people, I used to thin; to people who "sit up reading Harlequin Romance novels all day"; to "weak men."
My big brother puts it in biological terms, and I DO NOT like that, because I want my love to be something much greater than some biological imperative. But, anyway, he says that, when a man starts getting older, he begins to sense his mortality. It's biological. And in sensing his mortality, he begins to instinctively yearn for immortality. He says that that's why the craving for young women happens. Because, in young women, and in reproduction through young women, he assures his genetic immortality, as his genes will survive on through the children.
Whether he follows through or not is not the issue. The issue, he claims, is that the underlying motivation for his intense attraction to young women is his desire for immortality.
Ten years??? The SAME woman!!!???
I ain't DEAD yet. And younger women attract me. But this one is....if I wasn't religious, I would want to WORSHIP her. Well, I'm "religious." (I'd best put that in quotes).
I've been at the library, now, for 45 minutes. I've done NOTHING but look at her picture and write this note. I might as well had stayed at the flat.
I don't know if I'm looking for any answers here. I'm probably just releasing tension. I'm talked out, having explained my "problem" to a few friends--male friends. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe I should talk to some women.
I've "talked" to God. It appears that He wants me to figure it out for myself. Well, it's been TEN YEARS of "figuring."
I have no other desire, except to have her. It's been that way for 10 years. I respect her space. She's religious too [more than me]. So, I don't know what to do. I guess that eventually, even after 10 years, I'll face reality. But, why is it unreal to hope?
DB