And So the Words Poured Forth, Heedless to His Protests
Come January 1st it will be 4 years since the last time I kissed someone.
That stat sucks. It feels really fucking pathetic. Even worse is: I was blackout drunk, only remember parts of the night, and kept calling her the wrong name. I honestly can’t recall how it felt.
The time before that would’ve been a year and a half earlier… also blackout drunk. Before that was however many
years, but I was 16 and it was barely even a peck on the lips.
It is such a simple thing.
Or is it?
I had sex, but I wasn’t allowed to kiss her. The woman before her that I almost lost my virginity wouldn’t let me either. So clearly it is not simple to everyone.
And yet, people get drunk and make out all the time. I don’t know which people, clearly, but I hear it happens. It’s odd how either can mean love and feelings to different people.
How can I even have opinions on these things? I’ve kissed three people and fucked one. There are thousands of teenagers with more experience in love and sex than I have. I can’t help but feel naive and pathetic in the face of that.
What have I done so wrongly to have gotten here? I was taught that good things come to good people, but the world has shown me otherwise. I’m no saint, but I haven’t perpetuated enough bad to have earned such stark loneliness. If this is a test, I don’t see the lesson. I don’t even remember signing up for this class…
If only I could sleep and ignore this all. I don’t want to write; what comes out now is akin to madness. I can’t stop it though. It will consume me if I don’t expel it, but I fear what comes if I publish.
All I want is to share myself with someone, but I fear that if I do I will only drive them further away. It happened the first time and the last time. I need to find the right one to open up to, but I don’t know of she exists or how to find Her if she does. I would give it all for an hour.
An hour seems so meager, so paltry. But when compared to all of the other hours spent alone, it is the only on that matters. It is the only on with meaning. I would trade them all for that one.
But it is a trade no one wants.